We will be able to depart this life with the quiet peace-giving notion, that we were permitted to contribute to the happiness of many who will live after us. In our long lives we endeavored to unfold the collective consciousness. In our lives we have known hell and heaven; the final balance, however, is that we helped pave the way to dynamic harmony in this earthly house. That, I believe, is the meaning of life.
See!_ Dad yelled. __oys don__ stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I__ not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.__ looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. __hy you little shithead!___re you all right?_ Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.__id you just punch my dad?_ I couldn__ help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.__es,_ Wesley admitted.__ow dare you touch me!_ Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. __ow dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!____ never heard my father swear like that before.__ome on,_ Wesley said, helping me to my feet. __et__ get out of here. You__e coming with me._ He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.
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See!_ Dad yelled. __oys don__ stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I__ not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.__ looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. __hy you little shithead!___re you all right?_ Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.__id you just punch my dad?_ I couldn__ help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.__es,_ Wesley admitted.__ow dare you touch me!_ Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. __ow dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!____ never heard my father swear like that before.__ome on,_ Wesley said, helping me to my feet. __et__ get out of here. You__e coming with me._ He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.
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