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“Come here,” he says as he holds his arms out for me and I practically run into them. “Dad,” I whisper just as I press my nose into his chest letting the nostalgia take over after not seeing him in over a month. The tears are falling down my face rapidly and when I sniffle and stifle a sob, he pulls my face away.
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