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Abel - Yes, Father
"I..." I swallowed hard, rolling off her and turning away from her momentarily to adjust my pants properly. "This isn't what you think it is. Fuck..." "I don't care. Leave my room this instant." I groaned, running my hand through my hair, and staring hard at her. "Goodness. Why do you have to be so difficult?" "Difficult?" She echoed incredulously, sitting up. "I'm being difficult, Abel? Me? How am I being difficult?" "Solana, that's not what I — " Her eyes hardened. "I'll tell you what's difficult. Do you know what's difficult? Being separated from your family at the tender age of sixteen. Do you know what's difficult? Constantly turning your father's plea for forgiveness when you know whatever happened was beyond his power and he'd never voluntarily give you away like that, but you
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