mr pascal looked at his seven years old son. shut up u little brat he barked , I have always wondered big u were really my son;
me too’ I have always wondered if u you were my father jack returned as his mother groaned in horror.
Mr Pascal slapped jack soundly on his face making the little boy fall my force. Margery shrieked and shielded her son with her body against her husband. get out of my house Pascal shouted, and take this b-----d with you .
jack turn his eyes to look at his father , stopping himself from the tears that wanted to break free from his eyes. being a b-----d is better than being ur son.
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