The waiting room was cold and dusty and showed no sign of life.
In my opinion it was creepy and suspicious. The owner seemed nice and friendly but I had only met this guy once. I grabbed a 1989 article off the wall. I soon realised that the giant killer was my dad. Mum had never mentioned this. He is in jail. He’s going to court because of me. I've always thought that he was my hero. I've never met him but I thought that I felt something, a connection, some power that others didn’t have. But I guess not.
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