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"Hey dad." I state at the man who was sitting on the kitchen stool with papers scattered all over the table. "Just some boy." I wave it up, he raises an eyebrow.
"Just some boy? That has you laughing and smiling?"
"Oh come on!" I throw my bag on the couch, walking towards the kitchen. "Is it a weird thing to laugh and smile now?"
"Well no but—"
"Pasta for dinner?"
"Food?"
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Kylan sat on my floor painting her nails while I shove a chocolate bar into my mouth.
"At this rate you'll be obese and have diabetes." Kylan comments and I glare at her.
"Be quiet." She winks at me before her phone vibrates.
"Who's that?" I ask as groans.
"We have volleyball practice again." She blows her nails and I grin.
"I'm so glad I don't participate in any other activitie
