My own story
My mother has a friend, and I forgot his name.
One day, he painted his car. When he got out, his daughter used the key to scrape the car. While she was scraping, he came back and saw it.
He was very angry and took wire to tie her arms. 40 minutes latter, he came to see her and find her arms turned to black. He was tremble and he took to the hospital. Doctor told me, “She needs to cut her arms.”
After 2 weeks, he painted his car, and his daughter asked him, “Father, your car is beautiful, but when my arms can return. After he heard this, he use the gun and suicide.
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