I haven’t looked at Sonya’s challenges for ages. Time to get a grip.
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He was a quiet boy, they said, never gave his parents any trouble, in fact, he idolised his father and didn’t want to share him, not even with his adorable little brother.
They did all the male bonding kind of stuff, camping, hunting, fishing, football games, built up a close father-son relationship, if a little exclusive and dismissive of female company, wimpy kids, foreigners, you know, losers and parasites.
He took it badly when his father left, but the last thing anyone expected him to do was take the gun his dad gave him for his birthday into his little brother’s kindergarten and spray his classroom with bullets.