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Even if I hadn’t already known that my daughter was holed up in her room, I would have had little trouble locating her. The music reverberating down the hallway made it easy to identify her whereabouts. After a quick knock, Chani lowered the volume and responded with a friendly, “Come in, Teen Sex dad.” “Afternoon, sweetheart.”, I said entering her room and looking around. “What’ya working on?” Chani’s room was typical, I imagine, for a girl her age and socioeconomic status. A desk sat against one wall, cluttered with papers, a few keepsakes and the fancy purple Bluetooth speaker she got for her birthday earlier in the year. Space next to her window was occupied by a tall bookcase. There were a few books, but mostly it was adorned masturbation with decorations, along with a few old toys and stuffed animals. At one time they were prized possessions, too dear to be hidden away in storage. I suspected that now they were just familiar fixtures on their respective shelves and would remain there until space was needed for something new. Her closet door was open, and the light was on. Larger than a “normal” closet, but smaller than a walk-in, it was completely full. This child did not want for clothes. Though I only ventured a quick glance something caught my eye and my suspicions from earlier in the day were confirmed. There, in the back of the closet, I saw a couple open totes. Usually said totes, three or four of them in all, were stacked neatly, keeping safe and dry an assortment of childhood memorabilia, things that Chani may want to one day show her own children. Favorite toys, old art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Clothing like the t-shirt and panties, proudly printed with colorful representations with some of Chani’s childhood heroes, that she wore this morning while watching TV. 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