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Mike took the keys out of the ignition. The lights were on in the living room, which meant his pop was still up. “Great!” At first, he considered waiting out on the drive in his truck until the lights went out, but his pop might have fallen asleep in front of the television, like he did sometimes, especially while watching the ball game.
With a sigh, Mike hauled himself out of his seat and took his time locking it, before slowly walking round the side of the house to the kitchen door. If he was quiet enough, he might be able to sneak in without seeing his old man. Not that it mattered; his pop had ignored him since Saturday’s row, even at work all day.
He crept inside the kitchen door, which was unlocked as usual. To his annoyance, his pop was sitting at the kitchen table, a bottle o
