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and laughed—a deep, booming laugh that echoed off the water. “Kick! Kick harder, you little weakling! Fight for it! Struggle! That’s how you learn to be a man!”
Mark was watching from his position near the bar, and I saw his face clearly. He was smirking. Actually smirking while his son drowned ten feet away from him.
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