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I love it when a plan comes together

by Marrick on February 17, 2009

The phone rings, and that moment every father dreads comes crashing into your world like a steroidal bull with a hangover. A voice you have known all your life speaks, deeper now, but still the boy you knew, now a man. His tones trembling, your son says; “Dad, you got to help me….”