A gun in his hand, an old and obviously well loved teddy bear in his other hand.
"Hi, dad." His 17 year old daughter greets.
"Gracie?" He breathes in awe.
She smiles at him. "Yeah dad, it's me."
He doesn't smile back. "How?"
"What do you mean dad?"
"You're supposed to be dead, Gracie."
"I know, isn't it great? I'm not anymore!"
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