You know, sometimes I really dread going to my father's house. It wastes my gas, it's 45 minutes to get here, and there is no father-son bonding what-so-ever. If you're sitting there like "wait...April's a chick..." Well I don't come here because I want to. My little brother has to see him, he's already screwed up enough because he dosen't
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Soon.
-Stephannie.
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