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Who comes home every day, dives straight into a tall amber bottle, falls into a stonewalled well of silence, a place where he can tread the suffocating loneliness. On the surface, hes a proud man. But just beneath his no so thick skin, is a broken soul. In his courtroom, hes a tough but evenhanded jurist, respected if not particularly well liked. At home, he doesn't try to disguise his bad habits, has no friends, a tattered family. A part of me despises him, what hes done. What he continues to do. Another part pities him and will always be his little girl, his devoted, copper haired daughter. His unfolding flower. But enough about daddy, who most definitely has plenty of secrets. Secrets Mom should want to know about. Secrets I should tell, But instead tuck away because if i tell on him, i'd have to..
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Identical
PoetryI dont own this book and i dont own the characters. Kaeleigh and Raeanne are identical down to the dimple. As daughters of a district court judge father and a politician mother, they are an all American family on the surface. Behind the facade each...
