your father, David spins the lottery machine, the smell of smoke in the air, He's not supposed to be there, you storm up to him, furious. Y/N: "What are you doing here?" you snap and grab your father off the stool, the drunken man stumbles and scowls at his 'child' David: "Get off me you putz-" He scowls, A few bodyguards step forward
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