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Dad ignores the roast chicken dinner I prepared; it might as well have been cold shoulder of turkey instead. I smile at him, he scowls and retires early without saying goodnight. I should never have taken his last ten bucks to gamble and will give it back.
But the sixty grand I won is mine, until he trashes the attitude.
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Harsh, but funny. Kind of makes you wonder who is most in the wrong in this piece, but there's only going to be one winner with 60k in his back pocket!!
