One chilly Tuesday morning I awoke to the blasting racket of sound that my radio was producing. I slowly walked around the house getting dressed and eating breakfast. Once I was completely done getting ready I finally awoke my father. I sat in my cold room until he was all done getting ready. When he got the last hair on his head to finally stand still he shouted at me, “SON LETS GO!” I took that as my key to shut down my computer and leave. The car ride to the courthouse was short and quiet. Being 10am we were both sorta out of it. I looked at my dad and he gazed back at me,

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