Send help is what I need right now. "God damn it!," he slammed the table. "William, let Keatton explain his side, okay?," Mommy Elise caressed his back. We are here in our dining area. Where Daddy William interrogates me again for coming home late. "This is why your... son or whatever Keatton would call himself, being hard-headed," he points a finger at me. "You're tolerating, Keatton, Elise!," his nostrils flared. Mommy Elise left out a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay," she massaged her temples. "Keatton, darling," she raised a brow. I gulped &nbs
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