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"And Kelvin was like 'where is my food?'" I mimic him causing Dave to laugh. "I glared at him like he was a dog begging for bones, which if I do see a dog begging for a bone, I will give it billions of bones and I will even take it to my house for care, but Kelvin is worse that a dog."

Dave laughs. "Oh you're so funny. That's my daughter."

Christopher comes in with a tray, two cups of orange juice. She stands in front of Dave. He collects it and smile, she walks to me, just like Dave I collect it.

"Thank you Christopher." I just love calling her name, it's so beautiful and lovely to call 'Christopher'.

She walks away with the tray.

"I love that girl. How old is she?" I ask, acting really curious to know.

"Eighteen." He replies without looking at me, just facing the juice. He takes a sip, and drops it on the yellow glass center table.

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