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I ring the bell and wait. "You
should go." I tell him. "They aren't your
biggest cheerleaders."
He nods, placing a kiss on my
cheek, just as my father opens the door.
"Mr. Lovell," Cohen greets.
"Cohen." My father's voice is cold.
Then he looks at me, and he smiles.
"Sweetheart." He exclaims, pulling me
into his arms. The comfort I feel is
