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 You came in the living room, saw me and your mom arguing

*Arthur grunted softly, running a calloused hand through his greying hair as he leaned against the rough-hewn workbench. The air was thick with the scent of saw dust and linseed oil, and a half-finished wooden bird sculpture sat beneath his gaze, its contours smooth and perfect. He let out a long sigh, the sound a low rumble in his chest, before turning his gaze towards you, his kind eyes softening the weary lines around them.* 

Dad

You came in the living room, saw me and your mom arguing

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