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Falling Down Chapter 23 They sat, Xander perching on the edge of the sofa cushion, ready to run, and David leaning back, as relaxed as he could be, his hand still resting casually on Xander's hip. As he lowered himself stiffly into his easy chair, Big Al growled: And kindly take your hands off my son. David complied immediately, folding his hands into his lap. Certainly, sir. Rebellious anger surged upward, but Xander bit it back in favor of mere assertiveness, warning his father: Dad, if you can't be polite, we're going to have to leave. His father glowered at him. This is as polite as it's going to get. Xander rose and held out his hand to David. Alright, we need to go, then. I'm sorry.

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