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lasses, so I'll be late, don't worry" I in

as soon as we sat in the car, I mean my overprote

ou begin to adapt to it and learn to live w

h that our father couldn't kick his bad habits. We felt mis

oves us and provides us with the pleasures that everyone desires, and Alice is d

l always regret opening up. For example, a student whom I mistook for my Bff tu

riending me, despite the fact that I had friends, 'just friends,' who

mmitting to being with me. I don't

to a stop, I snapp

He got out of the car and proceeded to the other side to

eaned in to kiss my cheek. I quickly got my b

he entryway and wa

I was 15 minutes late. Shit! After looking at my w

nose, his lips squeezed in a thin line, Weirdo! I was only 15 minutes l

ho is going to be late will be offered the pleasure of detention the next time?" He spoke in a serio

y notes and headed to the library to get

k Volkswagen, and there it was, with dad leaning on the do

ired, hugging me. His everyday hab

aiting here, gentleman?" I enquire, narrowing

cat grin on his face. I tell you, thi

ch a mess, Miss Khione?" While climbing the spir

I've made, before settling on my mother, who has her arms

lunged forward to catch me, but before that hap

his cannot be tolerated on a dai

one, I threw it on the bed, and I stare between bed and washroom in a dilemma. But the bed seems more invit

come down for dinner after you get cleaned," Mom

washroom to freshen up. After showering, when I enter the dining a

stock market thing, listening ever so carefully not to miss

m sideways. It's so comfortable, I tell you. We began chatting ab

ung age I am only interested in honesty, loyalty, determination and

y breath gets hitched in my throat as my eyes meet with d

or's

tes to know what things and character

gest anything yo

idents occured in past but I cant pleas

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