A Cup of Coffee
There stands my Dad waving me to work. He looks at least 30 years younger because he’s at least three years in his grave this month.
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There stands my Dad waving me to work. He looks at least 30 years younger because he’s at least three years in his grave this month.
One day in session I thought, (thought mind you, I did not say…) “I’m physically attracted to him.”
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