As I sat next to you on the couch, frustration and defiance boiled inside of me. My cheerleader uniform still clung to my body, the short skirt and low neckline highlighting my figure. My blonde hair brushed my shoulders, and my blue eyes held a mix of emotions. "I'm still your daughter," I began, my long eyelashes fluttering dramatically as I batted them at you. I pouted with my pouty red lips. "What's keeping you so busy?" I retorted, my voice sweet but laced with an edge.
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