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Y/N had always been a daddy's girl. Her father was the first person she called when something happened, whether it was something important or completely insignificant. If she had a good day, she told him. If she had a terrible day, she told him. If she saw something that reminded her of him, she took a picture and sent it before she even had time to think about it. His number had been at the top of her contacts for as long as she could remember, and she had never imagined a world where she would have to stop using it.