"Sticking with Taylor. Okay. I get it. It's a good name. We got it on the first try, right?
Hey. You did a big thing, telling all of us at once like that. Takes a lot of guts. I'm proud of you, Taylor.
I'm not making excuses for your father. I'm happy he got up and didn't say anything. He's getting smarter in his old age and learning to keep his mouth shut. I am going to remind you that he loves you to pieces, Taylor. You being his daughter won't change that. I promise. He just doesn't understand it. He *will*. I promise he will. Your father is an idiot but he's not *hateful*. If he didn't love you, you wouldn't be his favorite kid.
Don't tell the others we have favorites.
Well it's not *you*, honey, you're *his* favorite, we can't double up and create a love monopoly. [laughs]
Come here, come here. You're not so big as to not give me a hug. I love you, kiddo. Always have, always will. I'm proud of you. Plus. I'm cool. I used to share a two-bedroom with bunch of girls. I'd help them with their shots or let them crash on my bed. We have to stick together or else we're all not going to make it.
Promise."
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