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10:45pm
April 16, 2015
My father talks to me.
My father talks to me across time, through the objects and clothing he has sent me. He knew what he was doing. He spoke my language, or rather i spoke his language and didn’t even know where I got it from until I started putting the pieces together from the objects he sent me and talked to me about both before and after his death.
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