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-You can now open your eyes, it's alright- this familiar voice calms down and soon I open my eyes facing my father.
I throw myself on top of him hugging him while some tears run down my face, I feel his lips touch my forehead in a tender kiss.
I pull away from the hug and look over to the side where Carteer was, see him getting up off the floor with a black eye.
“Mister Garcia, it wasn't at all what you were thinking,” Carteer says awkwardly.
-I know damn well what I saw, boy- my dad says as he looks at Carteer with disgust -And I think you'd better leave so I don't have to do something worse- he says and steps forward as if threaten Carteer.
Carteer turns and starts walking, but before he's out of our sight, my d
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