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posted by emory at 9:52 AM
My father visits me at the beach. He holds my hand.
And, after reading this, it hit me...I never had a nickname in my family. How strange, in a way. This post of yours tugged at me in the most unexpected way.- Barrett
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My father visits me at the beach. He holds my hand.
And, after reading this, it hit me...
I never had a nickname in my family. How strange, in a way. This post of yours tugged at me in the most unexpected way.
- Barrett
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