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Oh please. Don’t.
You’re not even my real Dad for the love of goodness.
So please do not care for me or try anything to make me like you.
I grew up without a dad and I don’t need one now.
So back the freak up and go die.
You voice, manners, face, body structure, scent, atmosphere and just the very thought of you, makes me furious. But what do I do? I hide all my emotions just for my mother who I love dearly and put up with you and your stupid conversations.
And then when you try to make me laugh or have fun, you grab me to dang hard so thus I kinda leave a little bruise. And your tickling annoys the PISS out of me. I swear to goodness I cannot wait to move out and get my own place away from you. Or let alone until you get a job and are AWAY from my entire family.
Lord forbid I actually directly tell you my feelings when you are all for “YAYZ, LES TLK 2GETHER!!” and when I do, you get all stupid and cry baby-ish and act like I just told you to kill off your entire family.
Grow a pair you overgrown piece of fat lard.
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