Simple truth right here. That sound is permanently embedded in your memory. When my Dad passed away I found that damned black leather belt with its silver belt buckle. I am sure my DNA was all over its length! I hung it in a storage shed I had to store my car in when stationed overseas. It hung there for 12 years before I came back to pick up the car and take it home. When I got to the shed it had dry rotted to the point that the buckle was still hanging but the belt was on the floor. Fitting end to that thing. Not saying I did not deserve every one of the lickings I took...but ultimate vengeance was mine!!!!
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