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S: woah
Ma: I can say the same
S: uh dad you can go now. We're inside.
M: nah
S: why?
M: I'm chaperoning
My mouth was hung open at the fact that my dad was chaperoning the dance
S: your kidding
M: nope
I laughed awkwardly. I mean it wasn't like I was gonna do anything... right?
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S: I really feel like we should tell someone about what happened to you.
Ma: this is way I wish I didn't tell you...
S: but we do. For your safety.
Ma: we're here to have fun remember. Cmon let's go dance.
S: I have to tell me dad..
Ma: no. Stormi you can't. Plus it's not a big deal.
S: not a big deal!?
Ma: ...
S: this is one of the scariest things that can happen to a young girl and you say it's not a big deal!?
Ma: we can't do anything tho. You said you can't go to the police bc of your dad and-
S: I'm not going to the police.
Ma: you can't tell your dad.
S: why not!?
Ma: because he'll just kill him.
S: that's the whole point!
Ma: I just don't want you to get in trouble
S: why would I get in trouble
Ma: the school will find out he's dead and I know for a fact that one of these nosey kids will see it then call the police then the school will hear about it then they'll realize that it's your dad then you will be shamed for it for the rest of your life then you might have to move then there will be no more us then.... that's it..
S: what? I understood none of that but I'm going.
Ma: no please!
S: ok fine...
Ma: thank you
I ran off
Ma: no Stormi!
Ma: shit.

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