Aislinn was coming home tomorrow. Tonight was Julian's last night without a daughter at home. A daughter. It still hadn't really sunk in. Julian adored his little sister and he adored Aislinn, but it was hard to remember that one was his sister and he had helped to create the other one, despite the crappy circumstances surrounding her conception. He was a gay, seventeen-year-old boy, with a daughter to look after.
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