I realized I had left my phone in the loo ensuing my departure from the residence of my male progenitor. I half suspected that my fathers intellect was derailed, however I comprehended that it would be prudent for myself to pretend affections for him. Ones begetter is ones begetter, and no action can conceivably transform this state. Unless another character decides to affiliate me, and my father would not abandon legal possession of my person. I respired, determining the necessity of a jaunt back to my fathers place of residence. I inserted the keys into my vehicle, hoping my progenitor was not intruding on my privacy by meddling with my device. Most females of my age group were suspicious of intruders and set up a lock screen for their phone, but I was a well raised devout and ungodly suspicions of my fellow man were sinful. Or more like my father would have whipped me if he'd known I harbored unsacred sentiments.
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Short StoryI need to use Thesaurus.com more, my writing isn't pretentious enough. - Of all the flash fiction I've written, this has taken the longest.
