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at what seems to be your worst, he could care less about you, Sheri. ohh, I'm okay, don't need food he fixed.

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  1. you know what's really gotta end, him locking himself in the bedroom. blames me, he'd rather live alone in this house.

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  2. I'm moving out, and I'm taking my dying dog with me. You pay the bills fucker if you think it's so hard here. I'm sure you'll mow the lawn and make sure everybody knows everything is okay.

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  3. better not, you don't want the street, and whatever else. I hate him!!

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  4. Sheri, and then in the end, we don't always get our dads. so true.

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  5. no not even funny. he makes a huge pork loin then goes to bed, we don't sit down together, we don't even talk! locks himself in.

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  6. shut up, Sheri. just get your Scoobies. yeah, it's about time.

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