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Tony and I sat down at our table in the tiny restaurant.
"I did kill him," He admitted.
"I thought you did," I said quietly, looking down at my plate.
"I'm sorry, I had to to get into the gang,"
"He was my father!" I shouted and stormed out of the restaurant with everybody looking coldly at me.
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