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"Ivy,” my father said. “Why don't you go find something to do to take your mind off things? The boys should be back soon, hopefully with something that can help us." I nodded and grabbed our plates, walking to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher so Lisa didn't have extra work to do. When I walked back through the living room, I heard yelling at the front door. It was Dean, and he was pissed. "Ivy is my daughter too! I have a right to see her. Now let me in, or I will find some reason to throw your asses in prison." I had to laugh; he never liked being told no. I walked over to him and saw James and Ryan having a screaming match with Dean. "James, Ryan, I’m sorry for Dean here. He isn’t very polite. I will talk to him outside. Let’s go, Dean. You know you are not allowed here,"
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