What the fuck... [His fucking father? The knot in Yuri's stomach twists, and for a few uncomfortable moments he's sure he's going to be sick right there.]
That's—it's fucking sick no matter who you were to him, but that's— Holy shit.
[He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but there really aren't any words left in him. What is there to say about a situation that twisted?]
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That's—it's fucking sick no matter who you were to him, but that's— Holy shit.
[He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but there really aren't any words left in him. What is there to say about a situation that twisted?]