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My father just called me. Not to ask how I was, but to ask if I'd talked to my half brother, Shane. Because Shane's grampa is dead.
He also called to talk to my mother. And to ask me if I'd graduated. Which was last year.
He doesn't know how to spell my name. I kind of hate him.
He also called to talk to my mother. And to ask me if I'd graduated. Which was last year.
He doesn't know how to spell my name. I kind of hate him.
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*very large hugs*
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