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Time for Me to Fly 12

I shuffled through the pictures in my wallet until I found a family one of the Dalton’s. I handed it to her.
She screamed. Loudly.
“What the-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” I said. I wasn’t a fan of cursing. I knew I was in store right now for a very long scolding and a whole but load of questions, so I braced myself.

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