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“I will” Her head was still racing with the recent argument – the worst ever. She did not even bother brushing her tears away; the more anguished she looked, the more her dad would be satisfied, she thought. Neither the joyous cries of the neighboring children in the distance, nor the chill of the September evening could cool her fuming mind. All that matters is that she had her phone with her, and no matter how gut-wrenching it would be she had to act – now. Hand trembling furiously, showing just how much she hated what she was about to do, she typed on her mobile phone: “We have a problem. Dad disapproves. I think