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Five years later.
"Bryan, stop," I said looking at the little boy who had soft blond hair and grey eyes. In his hands, he held a puppy and he was shaking the life out of the poor thing. He stared right into my eyes and shake the puppy again. "Bryan!" I shook my head and walk up to him taking the puppy from his hands. "You're just like your mothe