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the wall.
“Don’t play games with us!” he shouted. “As long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules. Either you get rid of that baby, or you get out!”
“Dad, please,” I begged. “I can’t explain right now, but one day you’ll understand—”
“Get out.”
His voice was ice cold.
“Dad—”
“NOW.”
Within an hour, I was standing on the front porch with a duffel bag continue reading …
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