The boy next door.
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Last published Sat, May 14, 2016
I stayed quiet and rolled my eyes.
"Do you understand Jessie.?!" He raised his voice at me.
"Yes Dad." I said irritated and I plopped the bad of ice on my now bruising rib cage.
He quickly turned to face me and smirked. "It's daddy to you." He said quietly.
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