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I dreaded my father finding out what I'd done.
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| Son, I'm very disappointed in you. | |
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| Sorry? Sorry!? You broke a boy's arm in three places and then attempted to hang your Principal out the window of his office! If the gym teacher hadn't come in, you'd probably be guilty of murder! | |
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It got to the point where I actually hoped the Soviets would invade.
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| How could a son of mine have so completely failed to kill such easy targets! That's it, get in the Spam room and count the tins. And you'd better not eat any! | |
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| Eat any? It's all I can do not to vomit when I see that the cans are RUSTY. | |
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