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[Ryan de le Poer]

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Yo queiro Taco Bell.      Her father’s words weren’t exactly what she had expected to hear. She had figured that perhaps he would agree with her statement of living in the present, and they would go on talking about things, and the rest of the day would be happily ever after. She hadn’t expected him to grasp onto the past, in a way. "She knows," Ryan replied simply. What her daughter knew about her conception was limited. Ryan had only told her what she had wanted her to know. She did think sometimes about what would happen if Valkyrie later found out more details of that night, but Ryan could only hope that that would be when Val was much older. For now, the girl knew all that she needed to know. Or at least, that was what Ryan thought.      "Her father," Ryan started, unsure of whether or not she wanted to finish, "is…", and her voice seemed to almost fade away. She couldn’t look at him when she admitted his name, and instead let her gaze travel out away from them. "Hybrid."

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