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Fifteen
Skylar's POV
Believe me, it was a horrible sound to wake up to.
I sat up groggily on the couch, rubbing my eyes and pulling my hair away from my face simultaneously.
"Dad?" I asked tiredly.
Watching my dad making a cup of coffee for himself the first thing after waking up was something I wished to wake up to every day. It felt nice and refreshing to see my parents in the mornings especially, something that almost never happened.
I let out a loud yawn and noticed that he was dressed up in a black suit; his work clothes. Which either meant that he had just changed and was leaving, or he had just come back here. In this case, it was definitely the latter.
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