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Wake up. Stretch. Go to the bathroom. Open blinds. Chop fruit. Pour cereal. Sit down. Read newspaper. Page 8. "His home, His son, His hope--all lost." Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry some more. They fled home. Have no money. No where to go. His son kidnapped. Brutally murdered. No where to go. No hope. Not fair. It's not fair. NOT FAIR!