Out of the blue the sky turned gray, gradually spilling water down onto the roof louder and louder every step Billy had been proceeding towards the door. It flung open as Billy dashed into the house, staggering closer to the fire place where his father, Mr. Brown, had been waiting for him. The thought of his son being an alcoholic rake caused his father great anguish and disappointment, raising him from the sofa and shot his son an angry glint. As usual, Mr. Brown again repeated his tedious lecture with archaic sayings for a while until the kind heart of a father actuated him to give his son some clemency. Looking at Billy gently, he amiably put out his hand as if that would help rehabilitate his wild son, just too shockingly got swatted by the bottle of wine Billy had been grabbing sooner. Suddenly, an ominous silence came up, confusing Billy of what had been happening. Meanwhile, Mr. Brown laid deadly pale on the ground, elusively trying to find his consciousness.
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