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Kristi sat on the front steps leading up to the large front oak doors, resting her chin on her knees which she had pulled up to her chest, her arms hugging her legs. She stared down at the stone and thought how much better things would have been if her father had remained like the steps, cold and hard. If he hadn't allowed Marcella to soften him...
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