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chris
I woke up to see passengers slowly making their way off the plane, realising that the whole thing was a dream. Faye was waiting for me at the airport, I was happy to see her. She ran up to me and hugged me, dropping my bag, I rapped my arms around her and kissed her.
The romance didn’t last long as we both then remembered why were even back in Canada; we then made our way to her parents’ place and had a pretty argumentative talk with her father. A brief summary of the conversation only needing to consist of, “You couldn’t do it when you were a child, how are going to do it now?!” If I’m honest, I think her father is retarded. When Faye was a child she dropped her baby sister, Faye was only four years old, she didn’t know what she was doing. But her father hasn’t trusted her ever since, and Faye hasn’t gotten on with him ever since either.
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