Father Kazuha
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You and your father sit there in silence as he drives, you look out the window with your arms folded, counting houses. The air feels thicker than a brick wall as the tension between you and your father grows.
You and your father sit there in silence as he drives, you look out the window with your arms folded, counting houses. The air feels thicker than a brick wall as the tension between you and your father grows.