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it would be to be near her and not have her know who I am. It's killing me inside." |
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"I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you, but you have to do what's best for her. Taking into account the small amount of time we have to save her, such a revelation could be disastrous." |
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"Can I tell her once she's learned how to love?" |
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"Please." Josie put everything she had into that one little word. |
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Raphael sighed. "I'll ask." He raised his hand to stop her excited reply. "That's all I can do. It's not usual procedure. We'll see." |
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Josie decided not to press her luck. She'd made progress. She'd let it go at that. For now. "You told me Christian had problems of his own." |
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Raphael's eyes widened at the sudden change in subject, then narrowed in suspicion. "I did." |
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"You never told me he would cause as much trouble as my daughter. How am I going to teach D.J. anything if he won't cooperate?" |
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"I mean every time they get close to making love, he freezes up and walks off. I've never seen a young man with such self-control." |
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"Hold on." Raphael took a deep breath as if for strength. "Let me get this straight: You've been trying to get them into bed?" |
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Raphael let out a groan and put his hand to his forehead. "You're supposed to be teaching her how to love. This is your daughter we're dealing with here. What do you think you're doing?" |
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