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"Rich, I'd like to talk to my daughter a little if it doesn't bother you," Kyle said. I rolled my eyes and looked at Rich, I didn't want him to leave. I really felt very good with Rich and somehow deep inside me I missed him a lot if he wasn't there. I was sticking to Rich ... and that wasn't good. "Okay, Mr. Maxwell," Rich looked at me, "I see you tomorrow," he looked at. It was a blink so fast that it was impossible for Kyle to see him. But I did understand. I would see it later. In my room Or so I expected. "Sure," I smiled half. Rich left the kitchen, then I heard the front door close so he was gone. "Well, tell me what you have to tell me," I crossed my arms. Kyle felt something tired. I had dark circles. His hair was disheveled and his beard grew. He didn't seem to care. Neglected That was the word. "Sit down," he said as he sat at the kitchen table. My instinct was not to sit down, but why start fighting right now? So I sat quietly, waiting for what Kyle had to say. God, I felt