“Where’s the wine,” he yelled.  “Where’s the fucking wine?  What the hell did you do with it,” her father said.  After storming through the kitchen, he began tearing through her mother’s closet, throwing out clothes and shoes across the floor.  “Stop.  Stop it now. Go look over the cliffs.”  Her mother said, “You can find it all there.” Without another word her father tore out to the balcony, silently returning to the kitchen.    

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