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now is when i have to start lying. he hasn't seen me for years and when he does, he's gonna wish that he hadn't. my caved in, black and blue eyes with my bruised cheeks. the deep gash on my forehead and my fat bottom lip completely split open.

i guess he didn't look different. the same curly blonde hair and deep, penetrating blue eyes with a piercing deep voice. still the looks of our dad. he'd do anything to change his looks, to look a little more like me. i've known it since he was young.