THREE OF A KIND
WOW: Puff. Jack's got important work to do.
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Jack knew he would probably get into trouble for sneaking out of the bunker, but the guys could huff and puff all they liked, this was something he had to do alone.
He scanned the crowded streets around him until he saw the store with the 'Fathers' Day' banners in the window.
Thirty minutes later, he headed home, his shopping bag containing a smart blue tie, a murder mystery novel and a horseshoe-shaped silver bottle-opener.
The shop assistant had commented on how lucky his father was to get three gifts.
She didn't realise he was the lucky one to have three fathers.
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