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R.I.P.
To everyone who fucked me over, played me, tried me or lied to me, because you're all dead to me now
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59. Fifty Nine

~Allen~

My baby girl is turning 17 next Friday. She's grown up faster than expected. And my beautiful Andrea just turned 36. 

"Dad, since we had money problems last year and I couldn't do a Sweet Sixteen because I offered to hold it off, can I have a Sweet Seventeen this year?" Anna-Marie begs as she sits on my office floor.

"Anna-Marie, aren't you supposed to be at school and not my work building?" I laugh.

"Oh, we have a half-day because of the bake sale for the cheerleaders and football players. Anyways, don't dodge my question!" She looks up at me with puppy eyes.

"Of course you can!" 

"You're the best ever!" She jumps up, flipping her auburn hair (just like her mom's) and tackles me from my chair in a hug. 

"You're better," I hug her back. "Now, did you ask mom if this was okay?"

She pulls away and looks at me, "Oh, dad. She already knew I was gonna ask you. We've been planning to book this gorgeous venue and we've picked out so many decorations and a party list! Did you know they actually sell Sweet 'Seventeen decorations?!'" 

I've never met someone so crazy other than Andrea.

~Andrea~

"Mudderrrrr!!!" I hear Anna-Marie call me as soon as she walks through the front door. Instead of calling me mom or mother, it's mudder now...?

"Yes, dearest daughter?" I laugh from the kitchen while scrolling through Pinterest on my laptop.

"Daddy-o said yes!" She squeals jumping into the kitchen.

"Well I would hope so, cause I just booked the venue!" I shout.

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