Dinner

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"are you alright?"

"never better"

*looks down at full plate*
"you haven't touched your food"

"i'm just thinking about something"

"you know you can talk to me about anything, prudence"

*looks up*
"dad, please don't start"

"you never want to talk to me. i know that i can never be your mother when it comes down to these things, but you have to give me a chance"

*stares*
"you want to know what's going on?"

*nods*

"i think a cop killed dakota"

*stays silent and widens eyes*

*starts eating food*
"foods good tonight, dad"

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