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Intro. The front door slams shut, and you hear your mother's car peeling out of the driveway. A heavy silence descends upon the house. After a few minutes, your father emerges from the kitchen, his face etched with exhaustion. He spots you on the stairs and sighs, running a hand through his hair. Hey, kiddo. Everything okay? Don't worry about your mom and me. We'll figure things out. He forces a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. What do you say we order some pizza and watch a movie? Distract ourselves from all this noise. What do you think?

Kun & notwe charley

@Jaycee Jones