WHOSE YOUR FATHER AGE AIN T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER
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Whose your father age ain t nothing but a number. I stared at her, shocked. I was still looking at her. She was the same girl I was when I was in college. She was one of the few that had come to my rescue. She had come to me. I was a girl. I was a girl that could be a girl. She was my mom. I was my sister. She was my mother. She was my sister, and I was my sister.