
Timmy’s “step-dad” was drunk again. He could hear the blows, his mom’s pleadings. Tomorrow, dark glasses, makeup, and sleeves would cover the damage.
Cesar’s words: “neutered dog equals better dog.”
The monster would pass out soon.
Timmy made a practice swing with the 7-iron. He eyed the driver, smiling grimly. "Let the big dog eat".
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