mr. river: hello? is this that aidan ashton talks about?
him: yes sir.
mr. river: i'll keep it sort and sweet. stop calling my daughter or else you won't be alive to see another day. got it?
him: *gulps* yes.
mr. river: good, now i'm blocking your number so you won't be able to think about calling her.
mr. river: have a good life without talking to my daughter ever again.
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