As I wonder around the streets of Venice,I bumped into a familiar man.It turned out to be my father,trying to find his way to Shylock's home to look for me.I pity my old man,so I tried to confuse him.
So instead of just telling him the directions of Shylock's home,I told him that I was a master.But I underestimated him and he persisted that I'm not a master.Okay,I felt.So I tried again to confuse him but more intense now.I told him that I'm dead,feeling that this would definately confuse him.But as I mentioned that,I pity for my old man again.
So I confessed to him what I was trying to do.After I gave evidence,he finally believed me.
What a day :/
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