Livingroom

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*walks through door*

*sneaks quietly to stairs*

"where have you been, young lady?"
*enters from study into livingroom*

*thinks to herself*
(how cliche is this?)
"out"
*walks upstairs*

"prudence, come back down here i'm speaking to you!"

*turns around*
"i'm really tired, dad. can we discuss my punishment in the morning?"

"i want to discuss this now, you'll just flip me off tomorrow. you always do"

*sighs*

*walks down to bottom step*

"where did you go?"

*looks down*
"police station"

"what did they say?"

*crosses arms*
"why?"

"i want to help you, prudence"

*eyes widen*
"you believe me?"

"you're my daughter, i'm always going to be on your side"

*smiles*

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