HIS
Except maybe dye my hair and if I did, I know he'd be upset.
As I'm flipping through the mail, I come across a plain white envelope with my dad's name scrawled across the front. Jonathan Shepherd. Curious, I look over where he sits and I'm about to ask him what it is when he cracks open a fresh beer. Clearly, he's getting drunk today and I won't be getting a clear answer, so I decide to look for myself. Sliding a finger beneath the flap, I reach inside and pull out a piece of paper.
My gaze scans down the sheet and I gasp, mouth dropping open in shock. It states that my dad owes Nolan Mennetti $25,000.
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