That faithful Sunday
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It all started on a Sunday. Harold was supposed to drive his son to a soccer practice that morning. They packed their bags, and his fourteen-year-old kid was already decked out in full uniform. The only thing they now needed to do was drive. But it never came to that. Because the moment Harold grabbed his car keys from the hallway dresser, a loud sound was heard. And it came from his front yard.
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