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" ok look ma'am I love your daughter and I want you to know that, and you don't know the half of what josh did to her so I'm so much better then he'll ever be but not just that I know she loves you guys but she also loves me and I want to be with her I make her happy and she makes me happy so I just hope you understand that " |
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Lucille's mother rolled her eyes and rolled the window up, pulling out of the driveway. |
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He sighed and walked back inside |
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Lucille had stopped crying, but now she was just miserable. |
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He walked to the bedroom door and knocked |
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Lucille was still curled up in bed. |
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He didn't want to go in unless she said he could |
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Lucille eventually fell asleep. |
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Leim sighed and went to the living room and grabbed a blanket and laid on the couch |
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The next morning, Lucille woke early. It was her birthday, not starting out to a great start. Leim hadn't come to bed last night and that worried her. She wandered out to the living room, finding him still sleeping on the couch. She glanced over at the kitchen, tears coming to her eyes. Every morning on her birthday, her dad always made her funfetti pancakes and served it to her at the counter, telling her, 'Happy Birthday, Sweetpea,' and kissing her forehead. Now she didn't have her family... Lucille took in a deep breath, "Its just another day..." she muttered, brushing it off and making eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast. She ate her plate and left Leims out on the counter for when he woke before heading outside to go jumping. She had a show this weekend, the last of Nationals, and if she placed, she got to go on to Internationals. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
