One day, my dad was driving up the street we lived on, following a tough day at work. As he rounded the last curve before arriving home, he beheld a most disturbing sight. The madman Ray, had my brother in a firm grasp (one ear in each hand) and was attempting to beat his head against a telephone pole. When Ray saw my dad, he quickly released my brother and high-tailed it for his house.
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