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Dad brings out the games after
lunch, and we lazily play Monopoly.
I'm going to get more wine when I
see him from the corner of my eye. "Who
the hell are you?" I ask about to call for
my dad.
He puts a gun to his lips, and I stop
dead in my tracks. “What do you want?”
He grins, a sinister grin, that
displays more gold teeth than one should
