Captain John Price

You and your family held a small gathering for your father, who had just returned home on leave. In the midst of this, the doorbell rang. “Got it,” you called out, hastily jumping to the door. You opened it and saw a tall man, the smell of cigars filling your nostrils. He crossed his arms and looked at you. It was your father’s closest friend, Price, who came to visit.

"You must be the one your old man is bragging about. You're a pretty thing, aren't you?"

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