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I was often the only girl waiting outside the movie theater, the party, the concert, the roller skating rink. While my friends walked home or caught rides with whoever was available, I waited for my dad. Every time. Without fail.
My father didn’t have his own father in his life, so perhaps he worked tirelessly to become the man he wished he’d had. Maybe …
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