walk among people with hurried steps. Some arms are extended, but elusive, I have not come to that. Distant voices come to my ears, trying to tell me something I do not understand. I remember it was my brother who phoned me to tell me, but did not believe him. Should see it with my own eyes. When we finally arrived where I need, I look straight in the eyes closed. His face is pale as a dead man. Because he's dead. My father is dead. And my only regret is not having done it myself.
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