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... t have you done?" Gabe asked, his voice hoarse when he finally reached his father even though he was bleeding.
The father and son were already wounded by the hurt on Gabe’s face, which was a reflection of what he was feeling as he stared at his father. It was almost the creepiest kind of hair he had seen, but what else was he supposed to make of this?
Who was he to turn to when the very people he could have turned to were too shocked to even say anything? And for a split second, ...
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