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The party was in full swing when the Savior of the Universe finally got around to signaling he was arriving. Since the event was technically supposed to be sectioned off to the dining hall and back yard to avoid wrecking their home, the Levins along with Gwenny and Kenny came to the front to meet the Tennysons at the door.
Upon his arrival, Ben immediately wrapped his very pregnant cousin in his chiseled arms, giving her a kiss on the crown of her head. The hug was awkward since her shape was so off from the front. Ben couldn't help but comment, sarcastically, "Woah, Cuz. You're big as a ship! Good look for ya!"
The ginger just sneered at him in response. "Real suave, Ben!" She then hugged Julie tightly and smiled as she retorted to her, "How could you marry him? Seriously! He's somewhere below a Neanderthal on the evolutionary scale!"
"Hey! I heard that! I'm not a monkey!" The barer of the Ultimatrix looked positively indignant as he wrapped both arms around his kid's shoulders lovingly.
His wife sent an adorable pouting smile his way once she finished hugging Gwen. "Aww! Yes you are, Ben, but at least you're my monkey."
The oldest brunette brought his arms up and pretended to sulk, causing his wife to make her way over to him and wrap her arms around his middle (that's as far as she reached). She leaned up on her tippy toes to peck him softly on the lips, giggling. He pretended he didn't like it, grumbling, "I'm not a monkey!"
However, his arms circled her trimmed waist and brought her closer all the same. She could only laugh in response to his infantile adamancy.
The group was starting to move towards the rear of the house when the door chimed again. Kevin who was closest made to answer it.
The door slid open to reveal two smiling brunette teenage girls. The moment their eyes landed on the Osmosian they widened appreciatively and they became entranced. The tallest of the pair found her voice first, "Um…Is this where Devlin Levin lives?"
Kevin chose to direct his inquiry at the tallest girl since the other one seemed satisfied to stand and gape at him. He didn't bother keeping the amused curiosity out of his tenor, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms which accentuated the muscles running across every inch of them. The shorter girl looked about to faint. "Who can I say is asking?"
The taller girl started twirling her chestnut tresses as she regarded him with interest. "We are his date to his mother's baby shower. Are you his older brother or something?"
'We? Aww! No! No! No!' "DEVLIN!" Kevin turned so violently to yell for his son the girls at the door jumped. No way had the kid actually done this!
Gwenny was closer to the entry and made it to the door ahead of her quickly approaching older cousin. She peaked at who was outside curiously and gasped in excitement. "Brandy! Sky! What are you guys doing here?"
The two girls exchanged a worried, anxious look and smiled nervously at her. Once again, the tallest one spoke. "Hey Gwenny! Devlin sort of invited us to come to the party." She pointedly avoided the other teen girl's eyes.
Gwenny was confused. "Why would he invite both of you to…No!" She turned incensed eyes on the deviously smirking teenage Osmosian who was arriving at the door and screeched horrified. "No, Devlin! I told you they were off limits!"
Kevin ignored his niece and turned furious recriminating eyes on his son. "You invited two of them?"
Devlin pointed at the girls instead of answering. "Dad, they're still outside! How about we let them in before we get into this."
The Osmosian dredged up all his reticence and turned to the girls outside. He spoke as politely as his growing ire would allow. "Sorry. Come in and we'll sort this out."
As the girls came in, the shorter one leaned in to the tallest and whispered, "God! That's his dad? What's with the genes in this freaking family?" The tallest girl, Sky, giggled in response.
Once they were all in the living room, a very curious Ben, Julie, Gwen and Kenny met them. Nobody had made it outside before Kevin hollered.
The Osmosian turned accusingly to his son. "I agreed you could bring a date, Devlin. What are you doing?"
Devlin didn't flinch. He'd expect this kind of reaction. He folded his arms as stubbornly as his father and replied evenly. "You said a date not a number. I couldn't decide between the two of them." He gestured at the two girls staring curiously at the father-son duo.
Gwen, Julie, Gwenny and Kevin all chorused astounded gasps at the unbelievable ludicrousness in that statement. Ben and Kenny started laughing simultaneously.
Kevin ran an aggravated hand through his hair and turned to the girls as his best friend came to stand beside him and put a condescending hand on his shoulder. He regarded them incredulously. "The two of you agreed to this?"
For the first time the shortest, Brandy, spoke with a nonchalant shrug. "It's only a baby shower. Better to share than not get to know Devlin at all."
"Dude! I seriously can't believe you got two girls to go out with you simultaneously and knowingly. You are my hero, man." Even through the chuckles, the awe in Kenny's voice was evident.
Gwenny wasn't chuckling, however. "This sucks! My boyfriend has to stay across the room from me in this party and their dads let them double-team Devlin. How's that fair?"
Ben instantly sent a dangerously withering glare at his daughter. It made her next words die on her tongue. "I don't care what anybody else does, Gwen. You know what happens if Eddie comes near you."
"Hey! Nobody is doing anything with Devlin!" All eyes flew to the tallest girl (including Devlin's green disappointed ones). "Our parents agreed to let us come because they know he's the nephew of the Ben Tennyson," She quickly glanced at Ben. "By the way, Mr. Tennyson, my dad really wants your autograph…on anything."
She went back to speaking to the whole group. "They know the party is going to be adult supervised. Besides, what parent lets their daughter go out knowingly with Devlin Levin one on one? He's got an entire scorn wall dedicated to him in the girl's bathroom! You don't tell your parents you're going out with Devlin when he asks you out, Gwenny. We aren't as naïve as you think!"
Gwen came to stand uncomfortably close to her son, scrutinizing him unnervingly. "For God's sake, Devlin! What do you do to your girlfriends?"
He turned genuinely innocent emerald eyes at her. "I don't do anything to them, Mom! They just don't want to let go!" He turned back to Sky and Brandy. "I have a whole wall in the girl's bathroom?"
Both girls shook their heads in disbelieve but Brandy scoffed her amused response. "Don't pretend you've never seen it. We know you've been in there. It's written on almost a square foot of the wall." When the raven-haired teenager raised an honestly stupefied dark eyebrow, she supplied, "Samantha...?"
Realization dawned on Devlin and he blurted, "Oh, Samantha!" Then he cringed at the memory and drew in a sharp breath, hissing. "Oh, Samantha! Yikes! Yeah, that probably deserves a square foot at least. I thought all that stuff on the wall was gibberish. Then again, I was distracted and at an odd angle…" His reverie abruptly curtailed by a very violent smack to the back of his head from his mother.
He didn't bother turning to face her. He knew she was pissed. He just rubbed his head where the lump was already forming as every male in the living room laughed at him.
"Dude! The girl's bathroom? You become my hero more and more!"
Gwenny ignored her idiotic brother and turned on her friends pointing at the teenage Osmosian, anger clear in her voice. "Why do you want to get mixed up with that? Who in their right minds would want anything to do with my cousin?"
They would have stared less shocked if she'd grown wings. Brandy stated the obvious. "Have you ever gotten a good long look at him?" Devlin smirked vaingloriously." I mean, you're removed enough genetically that you can check him out, you know. Add to that, the element of danger and it's kind of like skydiving."
Gwenny fisted both hands in her hair in unfathomable frustration. "No, it's not! When you skydive, there's always the chance you are going to land! Get involved with him and you're going to splat! You're both going to splat! It's freaking guaranteed! He's incapable of commitment!" She was fuming so badly at this point she stormed out the living room and into the yard with an aggravated yell.
The raven-haired teen interposed at this impasse, meeting both girls in the eye. "That's true."
All eyes turned to him surprised. He glared at everyone insulted. "What? I don't lie to myself or any of them! I'm fickle!"
Brandy actually seemed taken aback by this but Sky took a few steps toward him, an intrigued smile playing on her lips. "I don't care."
One of his eyebrows quirked up at her and he gave her a knowing smile. "You will eventually. They all do. That's why the wall exists."
She gestured for him to come close and she whispered in his ear. "Let's make a memory worth five square feet of the wall while it lasts, then."
An incredibly devious grin spread on his face. He could definitely enjoy this ride.
Kevin stared at his son's ongoing interaction with the girl, a mix of disdain, horror and pride all coloring his mien. How do you deal with this? He heard his best friend start to snicker again beside him and snapped. "Shut up, Tennyson!"
Ben wiped at his emerald eyes as he tried to stifle his laughter long enough to slap a condoling hand on the Osmosian's back and inquire quietly, "Are you going to punish him for this?"
The Osmosian turned to him, releasing a deeply frustrated hiss of air. He spoke just as softly. "I'm at a total loss here, Man. The kid found some insane loophole in the one concession I made in his grounding. So, technically I agreed to this. Moreover, he got the girls to go along with it! He's freaking brilliant! What exactly can I reprehend here? I'm conflicted between being unbelievably pissed and deeply impressed by this. He is so frustrating to stay ahead of, Ben!"
The emerald-eyed man gave his friend's shoulder an empathetic squeeze. "At least yours is male, Kev. I lost track of Gwenny and Morningstar when she slipped out of the house a moment ago. You know that little spit-fire is taking advantage as we speak."
The Osmosian jerked his head around the living room and realized his niece was indeed gone. He was so caught up with his son's mockery of a date, he hadn't noticed her go. She'd used Devlin's fiasco as a distraction! That conniving little minx! Both men exchanged a knowing look and instantly turned to call out to their sons.
Once they had the boys' attention, Ben spoke first. "Kenny, find your sister!"
Kevin's contribution followed swiftly. "It's open season for pretty-boy blondes!"
"Yes!" came the chorused response from both teenagers as they dashed for the back yard. One of them completely forgetting both his dates in the living room at the prospect of raining abuse on poor unsuspecting Eddie.
Four hours into the party, Gwen had opened her gifts and had to go inside to sit on something more comfortable than the picnic chairs for a while. Julie came inside with her and they enjoyed some tea in the living room as they listened to the noise of the party outside. Gwenny was outside somewhere pouting. Charmcaster had intercepted the boys and prevented a skirmish when they'd found the little Anodyte in her son's arms but she'd sent Eddie home to prevent further trouble. Both matriarchs giggled when their boys came into the house, all carrying baby supplies of varying sizes and grumbling about how they weren't mules and a tiny baby didn't need so much crap. They headed directly for the nursery.
As Devlin emerged from his future sister's room, the doorbell chimed and he ran to open it, calling back to his mother and aunt. "It's alright, Ma. I got it."
He hit the panel to let it whoosh open without even checking who it was. So many people had come and gone today already. His expression soured the moment his eyes landed on the visitors.
At the door stood a tall voluptuous raven-haired young woman with startling blue eyes, wearing an impossibly tight mini skirt and a blazer that exposed so much of her cleavage, the teenager thought he could see her navel.
The woman wasn't what annoyed him, though. It was the gangly cameraman who was standing right beside her. He rolled his eyes exasperated and reached for the panel to close the door. "This is a private residence. The first amendment dies at the front door."
Before he hit the panel, however, the woman literally put one beautifully sculpted leg in the door. "Devlin, right? Your uncle's description of your whit is dead on. Though, he didn't do your physical description nearly enough justice."
She had an unspeakably bubbly voice and the teenager registered an ulterior motive to everything she said. He automatically disliked this woman. Not to mention, knowing Uncle Ben didn't win brownie points with any woman in his book; especially one who only seemed about half a decade older than him. She was obviously a cub reporter. She was trouble.
He was an instant from forcibly shoving her back from the door and shutting it when he heard his uncle's voice coming up behind him. He tensed, dread pooling in his gut.
"Mekayla! You were able to make it. Come in. It's okay, Dev. She's here for me."
'I bet she is, you self-loving bastard!'
God! Devlin wished he had established the telepathic link to his uncle before thinking that. The jerk had enough of an Anodytic spark to accomplish it. He shot a look at the living room and saw that his aunt and mother were already coming out to see who was at the door. Kenny and his dad soon joined them.
His heart wrenched at the scathed look in his cousin's eyes.
The reporter seemed to block out everything and everyone once Ben Tennyson came into her line of vision. "Hello Ben," She bubbled casually, "This will only take a moment. We just need a snippet of commentary on your excellent work yesterday in Japan for our ten o'clock segment. I know how taxed the time you get with your family is." She kept one arm crossed propping up her chest and the other hand constantly stroking the side of her long neck as she spoke.
The raven-haired teenager sneered disgusted at her, moving away to stand next to his cousin. The boy stood frozen watching his father interact with this woman. Anyone could see this wasn't conducive to anything healthy.
Ben smiled beguilingly at the young woman and remarked genially. "Thank you so much for your consideration of my time, Mekayla. That is why I like you… always thinking of others."
She giggled and the sound could cut glass. The two Osmosians shared a wide-eyed look. That was one of the harshest sounds they'd ever heard. How daft was Ben?
The wielder of the Ultimatrix turned to face his family and presented the young woman. "Julie you remember Mekayla, we met her at the press conference two weeks ago. Everybody else, this is Mekayla. She needs to interview me for the news tonight. It'll only be a second. Is it okay if we use the office, Kev?"
'Of course, it's not okay! Get her out of here you moron! You're in front of your wife and son!'
The Osmosian couldn't have communicated telepathically with his best friend even if he had wanted to, so he sent the message with his eyes and lack of response.
As always, the brunette was oblivious and started guiding the reporter to the office by placing his hand on the small of her back. The hand conspicuously remained there as the interview started and the camera operator recorded. At least, he chose a room with no doors.
Kevin ran an exasperated hand through his hair as he watched. "God! Did he actually invite a groupie to his cousin's baby shower?"
Julie laughed dryly. "She's not a groupie, Kevin. She's trying to become his publicist." Her tone implied she did not believe a single word she had just spoken.
The Osmosian looked the reporter over again and rolled his eyes. He sounded deeply unimpressed. "How exactly does she believe she's going to achieve that position?"
The exceedingly beautiful Asian American woman cocked her head sideways and upwards to meet his eyes squarely with a pointed look. "She probably figures that will depend on how many other 'positions' she can achieve with him… That's what all the others have thought, anyway." She looked back at the man she married and scoffed humorless. "He does such a good job at dissuading that line of thought in them, doesn't he?"
"Oh, God, Julie!" Gwen wrapped a comforting arm around her friend's waist. She loved her cousin like a brother but it was hard to imagine a bigger jerk presently.
Julie let out a tired breath and shrugged, continuing to stare at the brunette and his interviewer. "He won't do anything with her. He never does. He'll just string her along, basking in the glow of adulation until she realizes she doesn't have a chance and moves along to make room for the next one."
She felt a strong arm wrap around her slender shoulders and looked up at the Osmosian who was shooting disappointed daggers at his best friend. He cast his onyx eyes down to her. "You know, I'd be more than happy to go a couple of rounds with the pompous bastard if only to wipe that arrogant smile off his face."
She giggled and squeezed the hand that hung over her shoulder appreciatively. She would always be grateful for her family… for Ben's family. The irony of this didn't escape her. "No, thank you, Kevin. I can handle Ben just fine." Now, all she had to do was convince herself and she'd be set.
Devlin kept his worried green eyes on his cousin. He hadn't even twitched since that woman and his father entered the office. His expression was unreadable; his vision glazed over as if he wasn't even focusing on them. It was eerie and disturbed. It was seriously unnerving the older teen.
Kenny burned a whole with his eyes on the infuriatingly offending hand his father kept on the vile woman's back. The rage that started in the pit of his stomach when he first saw this harlot was rising through his veins consuming him. Worse thing was, very little was directed at his father. He was enraged at himself.
He'd forgotten. He'd made a promise to help the man he loved more than any other in the Universe and it had slipped his mind. How could he freaking forget?
He inwardly cursed the insufferable propensity towards aloofness he'd been gifted by the man. His dad had been behaving for the last few months and the thought had faded. He was paying for that now. His mother was paying for it. His father had failed his mother, yes, but he had failed his dad.
The interview ended and Ben walked out of the office, still 'guiding' the attractive young press woman who literally gushed from the attention. She stopped at the door once the cameraman had made his leave, turning to the wielder of the Ultimatrix with a shamelessly coy smile (considering she was flaunting herself in front of the man's family). "Thank you, Ben. Remember, if you need me for anything," everyone in the room caught the way she emphasized that word, "Give me a ring."
The audacity of what she did next left everyone witnessing it aghast. She actually had the nerve to wrap her arms around his neck and haul her herself up to his face to plant a kiss on his cheek. Ben did nothing to dissuade her.
Julie had enough. She excused herself quietly from between Kevin and Gwen and dashed for the hallway leading to the bedrooms before the jilted tears broke through the barrier of her lashes. She only barely registered her husband's offer to the reporter to walk her to her news van.
The moment his mother moved past him, Kenny was face with a dilemma. He'd already steeled himself to walk in between his father and the slut to tell the both of them every single thing that was running through his festering, anger-ridden mind.
However, seeing his obviously distraught mother running into the hallway posed a fork in the road. He could give his father a piece of his mind or he could attempt to assuage the hurt he'd cause his mother.
The choice was clear. His mom needed him more right now. Besides, his slight hesitation had given his father enough time to offer the hussy a walk to her vehicle and he was already out the door. He could catch him as soon as he was done with his mother. One thing was certain, though. Things with his dad were finally getting out in the open tonight.
Kenny moved to follow his mother when a vice grip latched on to his arm he turned frazzled questioning eyes to his older cousin who returned a worried cautionary look. He jerked his arm away violently, the adrenaline of his anger allowing him to surmount the Osmosian's superior strength.
How dare his cousin look at him that way! This was his fault! He'd let this happen. It was his responsibility to fix it. He narrowed his eyes into a furious warning sneer at the older teenager before turning and heading for the hallway after his mother.
Finding her wasn't difficult. With the looming arrival of their second child, the Levins now only had one spare room and the Asian American wouldn't ingress into someone else's private quarters.
She flinched at hearing the door slide open but didn't turn from staring out the window in the darkened room as he walked in. She tilted her head towards his direction to direct her slightly hoarse voice at him. "I just need a moment, sweetheart. I'll be right out."
Kenny had never known how his mother could tell all the members of her family apart from each other without the use of sight. She was fully human. It must've been some sixth sense she instinctively possessed. He ignored her unspoken request for solitude and moved into the room.
Hearing him approach, she turned disgruntled dark hazel eyes in his direction pleadingly. "Kenny, please lea-" her complaint was lost to his shoulder once he wrapped her in his arms in a desperate embrace.
He placed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I'm so sorry, Mom." His voice sounded much rawer than hers did.
Finding enough leverage in her son's surprisingly iron grip to release her own arms to return the hug and turn her head to settle it on his shoulder, she responded solemnly, "It's not your responsibility to apologize for your father, Kenneth."
He pulled away far enough to be able to look down into her eyes. "I'm not apologizing for him. I'm apologizing for being just like him."
This got a genuinely amused giggle from his mother, which solicited a very confused grimace from the teenager. She looped her right arm up through his and reached up to stroke his cheek lovingly. She stared in his eyes with unflinching sincerity. "I love that you are just like your father, sweetheart. You are our legacy to the Universe. You have chosen to assume his role and watch over billions of people. I am so proud of you."
A pained expression came to his features and he attempted to clarify. "I don't mean that, Mom. I mean the arrogance and the selfishness when it comes to what we want. Not to mention, the complete lack of social awareness and lack of empathy… We're identical."
Julie raised a sympathetic brow at her son and smirked. "Oh, that. I'm afraid; one thing is tide to the other in the two of you. It's what makes you boys good at what you do."
The boy brought a hand up to brush a long strand of her charcoal hair behind her ear. He looked so forlorn…so lost. "But he hurts you and I've never done anything to stop him."
The Asian American woman stopped rubbing her son's cheek and the boy leaned further into her hand, needing the comfort of his mother's nurturing touch. Her heart ached for him. She had to make him understand. "Kenny, it's never been your job to defend me. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I could have left your father decades ago if I couldn't handle who he was. I just deeply love that arrogant bastard and take my responsibility to the Universe very seriously."
The brunette was completely confused, so his mother elaborated. "You and your father have the same psychological profile, sweetheart, but you haven't needed to make the choices he's made. While you have the benefit of a gradual weaning into the task of protecting this world, your father had the burden plopped on his lap when he was ten years old. That's an unbelievable tax on such a young mind, yet he took it upon himself without complaint."
"Your father knows when he wakes up every day; he'll face some kind of trouble. He has to leave his family and take off for days or weeks at a time to face horrors in order to help strangers and he does all this of his own free will, because no one but him and now maybe you can do it. The stress he is under would break most other men and he's been taking it on non-stop for almost thirty years, now."
"Because his personality naturally quirks towards cockiness, as does yours, he's developed an insanely annoying defense mechanism towards the stress. He uses female attention as a distraction from it. I doubt he even consciously realizes that's the reason he flirts. I realized it when we were still teenagers."
"I married him fully aware of this flaw, Kenny. Although it infuriates me at times, I had to be with your father for both our sakes. In my case, I love him. It's that simple. In his case, I am the only semblance of normalcy he has left in his life. I ground him in the bizarre his reality has become. He knows that no matter what he faces out there, in my arms he'll be home. He needs me and trillions of others need him."
"Days like today get to me, because I'm human and I have my own pride. No one likes feeling as if they're second best in the eyes of the person they love, regardless of how much they know they aren't. Even if I understand why he does it, it still really stings at times. But you can mark my words, Kenneth Maxwell Tennyson: no matter how strong the Savior of the Universe is…I'm much stronger."
His mother's words illuminated the perfect idea in Kenny's mind. Suddenly, he remembered the teen version of his father's haunted look when he believed she had left him. His mother was the key to helping his father change. He smiled insanely at the realization and his mother eyed him wearily.
"If Dad toned down the flirting, would it make you happy, Mom?"
The question was somewhat random and her boy was smiling maniacally, so Julie was almost hesitant to answer. She let out a semi-defeated sigh, shaking her head. "Kenny, I gave up hope long ago of your father changing…"
The brunette rolled his striking green eyes but remained smiling. "That's not what I asked, Mom. Would it make you happy?"
She shrugged condescendingly. "Of course, sweetheart, but-"
Her son didn't bother hearing the rest she had to offer in the form of a response. He gave her a sloppy smooch on the cheek and released her, dashing for the door to the room. She sent a shocked inquiry at his retreating back. "Where are you going, Kenny?"
He stopped at the door a second to send her a debonair smile. "To make you happy." Then he has gone.
The brunette teen made it to the end of the hall and found his uncles and cousin all sitting at the kitchen counter. His arrival caused three sets of concerned eyes to fall on him. "Are you alright, Dude?"
He focused his eyes on Devlin as if noticing him for the first time. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Where's my dad?" All eyes turned towards the front entry, indicating he hadn't come back in the house yet.
This was perfect! His plan would work so much better in private.
Kenny directed his next statement at the two Osmosians. He kept his tone as serious and sincere as he could through his growing smile. "Uncle Kevin, Dev…if my dad comes rampaging in here looking for my mom… I'm going to need back up." Then he was running towards the entryway and out the front door.
All three Levins exchanged anxious looks. Kevin broke the uneasy silence after rubbing his face aggravatedly with both hands. "God! What is the Runt doing?"
Although the question sounded phrased toward the actual deity rather than him, Devlin shrugged exasperatedly. "I have no clue, but every idea that kid has when he's this tweaked is a bad one. So, be ready to take on whatever comes through the door, Dad."
Both male Levins absorbed the taedenite infused granite of the counter top and waited.
The news van was just starting to pull away from the curb when Kenny emerged from the house. This was better than he'd planned. He needed his father completely distracted for this to work. His father was astronomically astute when he focused, but zoned out like he was right now… he was easy pray. This was twisted and cruel, but the younger brunette knew it would work.
He schooled his expression into a distraught façade and tried to look down at the floor as if ashamed. He couldn't make eye contact for this. He had the same tell as his father when he lied. He approached quickly and pretended to be out of breath when his father turned to him. He could hear the worry in his voice already. "Hey, Kiddo! What's wrong?"
Time to put his acting abilities to the test, "Dad, I was just passing by the living room and heard Mom and Aunt Gwen talking. Mom was crying, so I went to see what was wrong. They didn't see me, but I heard Mom tell her something awful." He stopped and let out a sob for effect.
Huh. He was really good at this!
Ben grabbed both his son's shoulders, anxious dread creeping up his spine. "What is it Kenny? What did you hear?"
The boy mumbled distraughtly. "Mom said something about not knowing how you never realized how much Gwenny looks like her…then…then…" He cut off again with a sob.
He was seriously beginning to wonder who handed out Oscars.
Ben was growing more and more hysterical with every word that came out of his son's mouth he literally shook the boy, shrieking, "What did she say next, Kenneth?"
Kenny's eyes darted up to lock with his father. In his rattled state, the man would never notice the twitch.
"You're not Gwenny's father, Dad…"
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