Only Child Crash, is all I could hear at the front door. My father was frantically collecting items and squashing them in suitcases. Crash another call of warning from the police. My father was starting to panic as the door was on its last hinges. Crash, and at that moment the small apartment was flooded with cops and their guns. "Hands in the air" they shouted as they searched the place. I crept under my bed as the police burst in. They left nearly a second later. After they had left I looked,for my father. But he was gone and I was all alone.
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