Her dad had called. He hadn’t. George hadn’t called so she had called him only to directly be connected to his voicemail. So she had texted him - twice. “I love you” and then a few hours later “I’m sorry, I love you. Please call me” but he hadn’t. She had spent the entire night thinking of all things she could have done differently. She knew she
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oh yea and im a bit teary and that is very hard to accomplish for me.. way to go..
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