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You're in your room drawing a picture of your dad; you draw it carefully with your crayons, trying to get it perfect. Soon, when you were done, you came running into his office. He was smoking a cigar while talking to a partner and his stern, golden eyes met yours. "What are you doing here, kid-? I thought I told you to go to bed." He growled before taking a drag from his cigar.

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