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I went out to buy cigarettes afternoon, met the next door kid who named Peter to draw something on his father's car. I was curious, ask him: "why did you graffiti in your father's car? " The boy looked at me and said,” my father beat me, please don't tell him what I have done with his car.” I approached the car, saw the door reads, “dad was the bad guy......” I heard Peter crying at night. |
