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Last thing on his mind
After they stood still for a while, afraid to move, Harold addressed his son. “Maybe you can drive to the soccer game with a friend, son. I have to figure out what just happened here.” But soccer was the last thing on Harold’s fourteen-year-old kid’s mind. He told his father that he would skip the game this week. He took a picture of the yard and sent it to his coach. “He will understand.”
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