"You can't just come in here and give her a pet, Griffin." Doodle ran a hand through his hair, exasperated, keeping an eye on Kaylin.
"It's a gift. I've missed a lot of birthdays."
"Yeah. You have. A lot of birthdays, a lot of Christmases."
"Well, I'm back now."
"The hell you are. You can't expect to just be allowed into her life after all this time."
"I don't see why not."
"You are not her father, Griffin. You're not her father, and you're not her guardian."
"And what if I want to be?" Griffin asked quietly.
Doodle stared at him in sheer disbelief. Kaylin's laugh echoed from her bedroom. For my part, I wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere.
irana's going home. Bye, irana!
We're up to $2,665.60! Let's see if we can push it to $3,000!
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