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Jesus, his friend had told hihts went to Dahlia It was her who caused this pain in his chest, like so it He wished he had someone, anyone, even the redhead from the office ould nor about her Not Kiersten

Apparently never Kiersten

Always her

“Why’d it have to be her?” he murmured into the room “Go haunt someone else”

The next s, and bacon, covered with a generous dollop of maple syrup I couldn’t finish it

“You can eat more than that,” he protested

“Dad, I don’t eat like this anymore I don’t know if you know this about women, but e hit thirty, our metabolism decides ‘fuck it,’ puts its feet up, and decides it’s done a lifetime duty in twenty-nine years”

He chuckled “Who cares? Men like curves”

I rolled my eyes “I don’t care what men like, Dad I care what I like”

Dad winked at irl”

Shaking my head with a smile, I pushed my plate away Then I snuck what had been on my mind since I’d woken up into the conversation Okay, I didn’t sneak it in I threw it in like a wrecking ball “So, how do you feel about this separation, Dad?”

His fork froze halfway to his mouth, and he cut me a dirty look

I smiled sheepishly “I’m worried about you”

“Don’t be” His voice had gone all gruff in that way it did when he didn’t want to talk about so

“Dad?”