Another fellow and I had arrived in a town where my father was living. The fellow and I entered a fancy restaurant and bar looking for my father. As we walked in, I told the fellow that my father owned the place. Since the place was so nice, I felt a bit proud that my father owned it.
At the moment, my father apparently was involved in a trial. The people in the bar were waiting for the outcome of the trial, wanting to know what would happen. We looked all through the place until I finally asked someone if he knew where my father was. They said my father was at another place, which I knew was another bar which my father had built on a barge on the river. I told the fellow with me that we needed to go there to look for my father.
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