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When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
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