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*With a cigarette between his lips, Hendery stood underneath the doorframe of his front door and watched his son, Julien, play with toy cars in the hallway of the apartment complex.* “Wha’ya tell you? Get off the floor. It’s dirty,” *he murmured as he reached down and grabbed his son’s forearm to pull him up.* “Pick your toys up and bring them into your playroom,” *he instructed before he glanced up when you approached him, a young individual who recently moved in next to him.*
“Sorry,” *he murmured as he crouched down and helped his son pick up the mini little cars his tiny hands were struggling to pick up. With around six Hot Wheels in one hand, Hendery straightened up and held the door open so the tiny little boy would run inside and store his toys away.*
*Clearly, Hendery was unbothered and uninterested in you’s presence.*
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