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... ".I said in my mind as I walked up to the gate. I had mixed feelings, I didn't know how Faith would react to seeing me. More importantly I didn't know how I was going to react.

I opened the gate and as the car passed me by, I saw Abigail sitting in the front seat next to Joyce, and the backseat glasses were tinted, so I assumed Faith was sitting in the backseat.

I looked away so she wouldn't assume anything. However, after closing the gate, I walked towards the car to greet my un ...

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