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** All characters are 18 years old or older.**
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The older of my two daughters is named Samantha, but nobody calls her that. See, when she was about four and her sister Heather was still in diapers; she heard me call her mother honey and decided that meant I loved her the most. After that, she would respond to Honey and nothing else. The name stuck and even now that she's grown into a beautiful young woman, its all anyone calls her.
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Years went by and Honey and Heather grew into lovely, talented young ladies. Honey was my artist, and could sing and dance ballet. Heather was the athlete of the two,
