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Harlee

The second I’ from my nose “Fuck, Harlee, you okay, Princess?” My dad says, rushing over to me

“I didn’t think I could hate you more I really didn’t”

“He needed to know, I’m not sorry I told him, but I a a bullet in him”

“Why did you do that? Are you punishing o? Is that what this is?”

“No It was tirew up Ti and be aa stripper? I know you’re the headliner and rake in the big bucks, but no child ofher clothes off for money, I couldn’t let it continue It’s time to step up and take your place by your , Princess, and I’d like to see you married and secure before hter”

“You have plenty of grandkids from your other children” My head whips around as I realize what else he said “What do you ?”

“I have cancer, kid My insides are covered with it inall throughWrecker as VP when he gets patched I’ve been busy with onna be okay when I’one”

“Daddy,” I cry, using the term for the first time in years on him

I wipe at my face and take the bandanna he offershis “Are you lying toelse?” I question I wouldn’t put it past him

“I’s in my life but not this Not to you No one knows except those closest to me”

“How long? How long do we have?”

“Three maybe six”

“Months?”

“Weeks, Harlee Doctors say I have weeks to live”