Friday Morning

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*knocks on door*
"come on, kiddo. wake up"

*tosses in bed*

"prudence you're going to be late, let's go!"

"dad, i seriously don't want to go to school today"

*claps loudly*

"can you stop?!"

"not until you're up. what's wrong with you today?"

*sighs*

*whispers*
"a whole lot of shit"

"what was that?"

"girl problems. i'm having girl problems"

*sits on edge of the bed*
"what do you mean?"

"time of the month, dad"

*jumps up*
"oh, um"

*scratches back of head*
"do you need me to get..anything?"

"no"

"okay, i'm going to make breakfast"
*exits quickly*

"that always does the trick"
*chuckles*

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