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no matter how many times I’ve lain in bed, wondering why my father didn’t love me enough, the little girl inside me still desperately wants him to.
could have slipped into the yawning shadows of the bishop’s residence and snapped the neck of that sanctimonious prick leading the charge.
“Oh my God, stop it!” I can’t help my laughter. “You’re not dying.”
He winces with pain. “I might, after your mother finds out about this.”
He winces with pain. “I might, after your mother finds out about this.”
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