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walking with him every morning around the apartment complex. She texted me once, two weeks later, a photo of my father in a gray tracksuit, scowling beside a pond.
Mom: He says ducks are freeloaders.
I looked at the photo for a long time.
Then I replied:
He would know.
My mother sent a laughing emoji.
Then, after a moment:
Mom: Fair.
That was new.
Tiny.
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