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do anything wrong.”
“I didn’t want you to find out like that.”
He let out a breath that might have been a laugh if it hadn’t sounded so broken. “I’ve spent twenty-eight years loving you. Changing your diapers. Teaching you to ride a bike. No text message changes that.”
My throat tightened. “You’re still my dad.”
“And you’re still my daughter,” he replied,continue reading …
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