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Father
T’was a rainy day
Dad opened the door
He’s mumbling
I rolled my eyes
Here we go again
I stepped out
Embracing the sun slowly dropping
I stopped and saw the green guy passing
The rain stopped
I heard the sound of gun
I looked back and saw the glass cracking
Everything stopped
I saw the green guy running\
I run back to the store
Open the door
And there I see my dad lying
I put my hand on his chest
To stop the bleeding
I looked at him
There I saw the great man retiring