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Logan stared as his dad kicked open his door, breaking the lock. "What the fuck dad?!" Logan shouted. He heard his dad threaten him with the removal of his door. "Like I care if I have a stupid door. Take it down for all I care! It's not like you care about my well being at all!" Logan yelled as he brushed past his dad, pushing him into the door.
He went down the stairs and grabbed his craptacular supper of eggs and bacon. What the hell was wrong with his dad? Why the fuck was he making breakfast for supper? He grabbed a piece of bacon off of his plate and headed into the living room, turning on the TV to watch UFC. Ever since his parents started fighting, he had gotten into UFC. There was something about watching two dudes fight, that raw aggression that resonated with him.
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