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Stone After meeting with Clara, all the guys backed off on the subject of my father and who they all said I looked like. Maybe it had to do with talking with her. Or perhaps it had to do with the fact Knuckles was said to be going to be in town by the end of the week. I didn't know, and I didn't care. It was nice to be able to talk to the guys about other things. But, that didn’t mean I completely forgot that there was a chance that I would be coming face-to-face with my biological father by the end of the week. In fact, just thinking about it had my anxiety levels going up, and the higher that got, the more I wanted to smoke to calm down. Which usually wouldn’t matter to me, but I was trying to quit, not smoke more. I know Dominic noticed the increase in how much I was smoking, but he
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