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... he closet or anything dumb like that, only that we had built a small one-bedroom guest house in the massive backyard for her.
Now before you lot start bitching and moaning, let me make it clear, Paola was a primary regret of my fathers. Growing up with a father who was practically a playboy, we had our fair share of women come and go, moving in and leaving, throughout the years, but only ONE had ever tried getting to know Brenden and me, only one had ever been worth a shit in my eyes, an ...
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