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My father’s narrow eyes finally meet mine, fixing me with bitter judgment as his body shifts, revealing the familiar power. Every bit the viper he always was. “I told you not to call me that,” he grits through his teeth. “You’re no son of mine.”
“Oh, thank God,” Hopper whispers under his breath. I turn, and Sally’s got a gun to Hopper’s head, but he’s nearly bouncing with excitement. He turns to me, eyes sparking with joy. “I thought he’d had a stroke or something.”
Excuse me whole i die from laughter lolll
