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The sharp bang of a gun pierced my ear. I stirred slightly from my sleep and, with an aggravated groan, I threw a pillow over my head to cover my ears. This type of wake-up call is common at my house, but I have not become immune to the noise. The crack of my father’s nail gun still jolts me from my dreams every Saturday morning.
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