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Chapter 2: The Gift Package
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... s old. I remember that day clearly. My younger sister and I were playing with my father, a jolly guy who worked as a construction worker to earn a living, after coming back from school when he suddenly got a call from work.
After kissing our forehead, he rushed inside the house, took his truck's keys, kissed my mom, and left the house, telling us he might come a little late but would bring us chocolates.
But...
Instead of him, a call came informing us that he had died in ...
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