My dad became a monk after his mate died
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Completely heartbroken, he gave away our entire million-dollar fortune and became a mo
omehow not only kept us alive but built a business. She even bought us a house. The d
wanted us to foot the
my Aunt Cheryl cal
Aren't you thrilled?" Her voice was all
ago, he ditched his mate and pups for his old flame, shaved h
tened. "Where i
so long since you've seen your d
this time. Your family's finally gonna
person I know. It took her years to get over Dad leaving, and now th
was at the market, haggling,
iddle of getting suppli
d me a bit. She didn't know he
olf out of our lives
"I'm craving crawfish tonight. Can you grab a
gh to find this time of year
, take yo
lf-day off work, and hoppe
a how they got past the security gate. The wolf-middle-aged, dressed i
? Where are they? This i
ow, saggy mess, but he still carried that same holier-t
im because she was "just" a housemate. He'd carry around a picture of his high school sweetheart, writing poems and sketching her like so
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