The Conversation back when Wade was in high school
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"Come on, Wade. Let's go home, son."
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Dad grabbed hold of my arms and I flicked his hand away from me. I laughed a bit and cried more. This is stupid, this is not me, I didn't do this, but here I am crying helplessly getting drunk because I felt devastated, hurt and guilty.
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"Go away, dad! I can manage myself. I'm not even drunk," I laughed.
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His brows furrowed and the way he stared at me was different than the usual one. I combed the strand of my hair all the way while drinking the last bottle of beer. I had nothing left and I remembered I'd asked dad's driver to buy me more, but guess what, who I have now beside me? My effing dad!
"I thought you were in Singapore, dad," I smirked and shook my head.
He rested both of his ha
