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Father's Friend"He’s late." Rosie grumbled to herself. "Again."
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She sighed, standing just outside the school gates, waiting for her father to pick her up. He was usually late on a Tuesday, but it had been over half an hour since school finished and Rosie was getting both annoyed and worried.
Suddenly, there was a honk from down the street, and Rosie recognized her father’s car immediately. She raced over to it, swinging open the door, and slipping inside, only for a gasp to catch in her throat.
The man in the front seat was not her father.
Rosie searched her mind for various scenarios, and how to escape each of them, and came up with one that would hopefully work. She giggled nervously.
“Sorry, I thought you were my father,” she said with a small smile, and slipped back out.
When outside, Rosie scanned the car, realizing that it was not her father’s, but very similar. It was the same make and model of her father’s car, but there were some slight differences. The de