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Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

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At that moment, a chubby young lad stepped forward, exuding an aura of authority, obstructing Melon’s

path. He said, “We’ve decreed not to play with fatherless children, lest we risk a similar fate!”

This kindled Melon’s ire, and he retorted with fervor, “Your words hold no sway! I have a dad! Stop it!”

The boy paid Melon’s assertion no heed, emitting a disdainful snort and condescendingly looking down

at him.

“Your words are but fabrications. You have no dad!”

Unbeknownst to Melon, the youngster had stumbled on school records in the counselor’s office, where

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he noticed that Melon had a single parent. No mention of a father.

“You’re the liar here! I have just called my father!” Melon’s face reddened, and he teetered on the

precipice of tears.

The two youngsters embarked on a heated quarrel, with the chubby boy’s taunts escalating.

“Oh, your father?! Perhaps your mother just weaves tales for you!”

“My mother is honest!” Melon retorted vehemently.

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“My father assured me of his return soon!”

A scornful chuckle came from the boy.

“Ha! Return? You have no father to speak of!” The kid mocked Melon, making expressions and making

the other kids laugh.

“You’re incredibly stupid! Maybe your father is already gone! Are you talking about a phone call? That

has to be a fake father!”

Enraged, Melon lunged forth, delivering a resounding blow to the rotund boy’s face.

“Your father is the one who’s dead!”

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The chubby lad wailed and, unwilling to concede defeat, grabbed Melon’s face, and the two tumbled on

the grass. He cried, “I shall report this to the counselor! You hit me! You’re a fatherless bastard!”

“I am not fatherless! Shut up!” Melon’s eyes glistened with tears as he grappled fiercely with his

adversary, their conflict unabated.

The other kids were terrified and raced to alert the counselor.

In the midst of this tumult, the camp’s loudspeaker crackled to life.

“Max Anderson, your father just arrived bearing two laden packs of snacks to see you. Please come to

the lecture hall.”