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Unaware that I was still under the table, I jerked upward, and my head banged against the top of the table. I winced but didn't cry. My father had warned me that men and boys never cry, ever. Still only half awake, I began crawling on my hands and knees from under the table, but the darkness was all around me, and I couldn't see where I was going. ................
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