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The next morning you and Paul oh you mean Dwight are ready to go when you decided screw it. "I'm not go to Dallas!" you yell at Dwight. Your former friend walks across the room slap you and push you on the couch. "I'm tired of your whining! You have spent the last week copped up in here hopping this is some bad dream or something. If I could have sent you back to your old life, I would have done it already, but I can't! Your so self centered, that you are quite possibly denying me the ability to be president, but you could be ruining our new lives as well!"
You are about to say something in your defense, but Paul interrupt. "I don't want to hear it!" He grabs the old diary, then says "I'm going to tell Your Father, that I decided it would have been better to talk with him man to man, instead of using his daughter in my favor." "He's not my father!" "No Barbara he is your Father! Because the person you claim is your father, is old enough to be your son! Do you understand?" you close your eyes and shake trying not to cry.
"Now I'm going be back in a couple days, if everything goes as plan I'm going to be able to secure our futures, and be able to make the World a far better place then the one that we grew up in. When I return I want you to start acting your part. You don't have to be in love with me, you don't have to like me, but you will at least pretend and play your role!"
He then comes over you pins you to the couch and kiss you hard and long. You try to fight it, but his size make the struggle futile.
He stands up and says. "See you in a couple days Barbie."