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My sweet sweet Daddy
“Daddy, I'm home!” I hollered as I came banging through the front door after another boring day at school. Anyone who said that high school was the best time of your life was sadly mistaken. Freshman year was long and drawn out. I threw my backpack on the floor and grabbed a drink from the fridge. I poked my head into the living room to see if my favorite person was in there. “Daddy? Where are you hiding?” I climbed the stairs leading to the second floor. “Oh dear, sweet father of...