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I sit in the chair and stare at my father. I don't talk about death or funerals or money. Or anything. I stare at his face, at his open mouth. I wish someone would come and close it. We never did talk much. |
1996 © 2007 |
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Talk |
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I sit in the chair and stare at my father. I don't talk about death or funerals or money. Or anything. I stare at his face, at his open mouth. I wish someone would come and close it. We never did talk much. |
1996 © 2007 |