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By the tone in her voice, I knew she was apprehensive about whatever it was she needed to ask. Most of the time when I heard that nervous hesitation, it was usually over money, something java sex chat which I wasn't able or prepared to help her with at the moment.
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"Dad? We're here!" I heard Christy call out to me.
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