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SEVENTY-SEVEN
SEVENTY-SEVEN “Dad! I haven’t seen you in like I don’t know how long, two weeks? And you are seated her, it is like you haven’t even slept the whole night why would you wait up for us till this late? I am sure Tyrone could have done this work pretty much better” Becca said to her father the moment they walked in the house, he was seated on his favorite couch watching and it seemed like he had been sitting there for a while waiting for them “Yes, and I thought about not waiting up for you guys and I know your mama would have killed me, she specifically asked me to wait and you and I both know that I can’t say no to her, she likes to get under my skin every time, and I am not even complaining about waiting up for you because honestly I think that is the best shot I got to see you guys now
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