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With that, Jake takes his coffee mug and retreats lower back from whence he came. “So what took place subsequent with Ethan Fortenbury?” Stanley asks his daughter. “Oh! I told him if he didn’t cease pickin’ on me, I used to be gonna wrap my man palms around his throat. He hasn’t afflicted me since.” The rumble of laughter from Stanley is low and clean and brimming with pride. “That’s my girl.” “I gotta go discover my sneakers for practice, Daddy. Here’s Momma. Mwah! I love you!” Stanley blows a kiss to the screen. “I love you too, child girl.” And it’s possible my panties simply disintegrated. A not-unpleasant anguish throbs in my womb—a sudden, passionate want to procreate with this man. It’s merely instinctual, evolutionary, and happily I assume with my brain, not my ovaries. But I
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