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| Dad, I need to ask you a question. | |
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| All righty. What's the matter? Are you having bad lady luck? Do you need some money or something? | |
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| No, dad. It's nothing big like that. | |
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| Please don't tell me you have Attention Deficit Disorder! I couldn't like with myself if I thought that my only son was in any physical or mental pain and anguish. | |
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| Actually, I spilled a pitcher of iced tea, and I can't seem to find the paper towels. | |
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| If you weren't all the way over there, I'd smack you. | |
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