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“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving,” Michael tried not to shout, but his rebellious teenage daughter was adamant she was too fat to enjoy the huge family meal Sara had prepared. Lincoln and Sheba sat silent, feeling suddenly intrusive and a little thankful they had no children.

“I hate you!” Sarah screamed, throwing her chair backwards and stomping from the room. Were all teenagers like this? He didn't remember Mike being anything but perfection until the day they had shipped him off to college.

“Well,” Lincoln mused, suddenly breaking the silence. “That made breaking out look easy.”