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[writing][biographic] My Dad: A Series of Vignettes

A knock on my door. “Can I come in?” My dad’s voice sounded muffled on the other side of the door. Setting aside Ricky, my raccoon stuffed animal, I sat up. “Yeah. Come in.” I knew what was gonna happen. I was going to talk. He was going to listen, and then he was going… Continue reading [writing][biographic] My Dad: A Series of Vignettes