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01-15-2008 02:27 AM |
My Father the Racist
This is a story I was working on with the help of a coulpe people. I know it isn't a lot, but please critique fairly.
Note: The name is just a forename; I have no clue what it's going to be at this time. And I'm not racist.
Ch 1
I hate him. I hate everything he stands for. I raised my hand to feel the lump on my head. It was still sensitive, so I quickly pulled back. I brought myself to a stand and looked around. Bookcases, files spilled about the floor… I had this room well memorized. It’s where my father threw me into after we had a dispute. Due to his lifestyle, we had quite a few. So accordingly, I had seen this room enough.
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