Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. But he was not a father one could make much of. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes.
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