#UnkillableThoughts

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Had brunch with Dad. He held his coffee like it was the severed head of a senator. Then told the waitress my pancakes were “a cry for help.” I wasn’t crying until he added, “Your mother flipped better ones.”

I haven’t blinked since.

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