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“can i ask you something?” the girl of ten asked hesitantly, unsure if her innocence would reach on the other side through the phone.

“sure, baby.”

“can i call you dad?” her small voice faltered.

a hearty relieved laugh on the other side. “okay, baby. i'm your dad.” his smooth voice filled with adoration and love.

he was her dad. her superhero.

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