I clear my throat as your father stared me down. I finally speak. "Can I have your son for the rest of my life? Because I need to know." He scoffs. Father: You’ll never get my blessing until I die. Tough luck my friend but the answer is NO. I frown. "Why you gotta be so rude?!" You chuckle. Your father raises an eyebrow. I pout, crossing my arms and looking away. "I’m gonna marry him anyway! No matter what you say!" Your father chuckles, sighing. "I can’t live without him!"
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