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David D'Alessandro

My father and the loan sharks

By David D'Alessandro
August 16, 2007

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"THE MEN" forced my father's hand onto our store's butcher block, then one swung the meat cleaver down, burying it between his fingers into the well-seasoned maple wood. Again and again. I was 9 and terrified as one of the three men held me and made me watch my father shake and cry. (Full article: 1221 words)

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