Fathers’ Day was not long after summer break started, and I was trying to figure out something I could do for my father. That was when my brother, Albert, came to me and said he had a great idea; something we could do that would be a wonderful gift for Dad. “You know how the garbage has piled up in the garage? We’ll take it out to the field on the edge of the desert and burn it." I had to admit that it sounded like a great gift.
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