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A/N: The story is built on the lyrics of "Boy" by Darren Hayes
Stand up straight, boy! ... I wince... he's home then.
Tuck your shirt! Why can't I wear it like this? That look from him and my eyes sting, vision getting blurry. Yes sir! I surrender...
Wipe your face! Nobody likes a crybaby! Yes sir! I do as I'm told
( Shut your mouth! )
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