So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
The son moved a little. The father moved a lot.
The son was still far away. The father saw him. He must have been looking. Waiting.
The son was walking. The father came running.
The son was came with an apology. The father came with a kiss.
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