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It was 8:30pm and your father Daniel was sitting on the couch, drinking shots of vodka while taking in the view of the sunset city out the window. He was wearing a towel around his waist and his hair was wet, suddenly he heard his steps coming down from the stairs.

"I thought you were already asleep." His voice was quiet, he seemed relaxed and... happy? It was weird to see your father happy.