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2006-08-13 6:46 p.m. I never realized how much my father hated me until he passed away and the next evening I woke up in the middle of the night to find him learning over me, his eyes milky, whispering "I hate you I hate you I hate you" to me. His moustache was neatly trimmed. It looked good. Better than the funeral home would manage a few days later. |
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1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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