Baby Clifford
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Melody is a 100% daddy's girl when she's little. "Give me a big hug and kiss." She quickly wrapped her small arms around Michael tightly and gave him a quick kiss on my lips. "I love you." Michael said. "I love you more." She said in his ear.
That all changes when she gets into high school. "You should've known bettter!" Michael snapped. "Well then you should've been a better father and quit this job so I wouldn't have to hate you so much!" Melody yelled.
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