| -Dad, why is my mom crying?
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| she has tears in her eyes yes she was smiling a while ago
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| -Son, I think she slipped on the floor,
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| some bruise was made but she will get over it
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| -Dad, the floor is not wet
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| I think you have mistreated her
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| I'm going to yell at you right now
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| -No son, I didn't hit your mother.
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| -Of course you hit him
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| that's what you always do
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| when you bring too many glasses
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| but when i
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| you hit me too
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| -Son, don't tell me that
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| you are making me suffer
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| -The one who suffers is my mom
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| for the treatment you give him,
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| if you keep mistreating her
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| we are going to abandon you
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| -Do not tell me those things,
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| you break my heart,
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| it is not possible for me to lose them,
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| for this damn alcohol.
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| excuse me, excuse me
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| and you too my wife.
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| but when i
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| you hit me too
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| -Son, don't tell me that
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| you are making me suffer
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| -The one who suffers is my mom
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| for the treatment you give him,
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| if you keep mistreating her
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| we are going to abandon you
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| -Do not tell me those things,
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| you break my heart,
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| it is not possible for me to lose them,
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| for this damn alcohol
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| I promise you that things
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| from today they will change
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| and this one lived miserable
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| nothing else because i love them
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| I swear I'm going to leave it.
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| forgive me |