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His eyes softened, "well, he's not exactly my dad. He's actually my brother, he just wants to substitute for our parents. But really, I know that he will never stop substituting for them." He paused, "mostly because they're both dead."

I looked at the ground.

"It's pretty sad," Marina said, still typing as fast as she could.

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