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+Glorious Freedom+Paul sat up in bed, wondering what it was that had awoken him so early on a Saturday morning. Rumblings came from the kitchen, faint at first, slowly building to the freight train shriek that signalled the kettle's readiness to be poured. Glancing over at the alarm clock, Paul squinted and discerned it was only 6:49 a.m. A fuzzy feeling was lodged squarely at the back of his mind, like he'd forgotten something, misplaced, just missed. And the sudden realisation that the reason why he was probably awake was because his father was finally gone this time for good. The static in his head cleared. He knew what the aftermath of a supreme argument s+Glorious Freedom+7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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