Arnold was ready. At sixteen, this was the last time he would feel this shame. His father raised the switch. Arnold turned, snatched it from his hand, struck his father on the cheek. A thin line of blood showed. His father’s eyes opened wide, as did his mouth in a loud Oh!
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