Not this. Tom looked at his daughter with a heavy sigh and shook his head. He shuffled some papers around on his desk and then eyed her seriously. There was no way she actually thought that he'd be okay with something like this.
"June." Tom shook his head again, to get his point across. "You are my daughter. Your blood is far to valuable to have you become a career woman and an old maid. I'm already having trouble finding a husband for you."
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