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Walter was reading the paper. He worked at the local coffee shop, it was his own business and was a popular one at that. He was a caring father to Sam, or who nicknamed him Sammy. He never punished his son, because he was a precious gift from above. Now that he was 16, Walter was feeling old, but he was only in his mid 30s. "Yes son, what's up?" he asked as he set the paper down.
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