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-I know the answer, but I'll ask you one last time, are you sure about this, Lailah?- Jim asks me putting a hand on my shoulder.
-Yes. -I say lengthening the vowel with some fatigue.- I'll try harder in the university next year, I promise you, but I don't want to have to live this last year again, and less without my best friends -sigh.
This year has been the most intense and hardest year of my entire life, and honestly, I can't wait to turn the page. I want to start over and overcome everything that has happened.
-Well OK. I'll pick up your mother from therapy at 7:30 and we'll be there at 8:00.
Jason's car whistle sounds from outside my house, signaling that he has arrived.
-Okay, I'm going. I love you! -I say goodbye to him walking towards the door.
-Me too! You look gorgeous! -I hear him say before closing it behind my back. I smile at his answer.
He is my real father, even if he doesn't have my blood
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