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Obligatory story about my dad since it was Father’s day
Christmas, 1995. Presents had been opened. Dinner had been consumed. My sisters were squabbling over the last few holiday cookies. Mom was pretending to both appreciate and be surprised by the shitty macaroni sculptures we had made her, with her help, for … Continue reading
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Tagged Christmas, Dad, death, father's day, humor, pranks
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