"Your not my father!" You say, running out of the room to meet the two men.
"My father is dead." You say, staring at the man who resembles your father all too much.
"Casidy, I am your father."
"But in my dream. I saw you dead, covered in blood, and wet leaves."
"I wasn't dead. You saw it, but you read it wrong. I ran away, Casidy, I ran."
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