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the camera. I let him stand.
9 minutes was the length of time my father needed to talk himself into the door. When he finally knocked, I let him in. He did not hug me.
He set a small paper bag on my kitchen counter. I knew what was in the bag before I opened it. It was a stuffed bear named Patches.
He had been mine when I was six. He was missing one ear.continue reading …
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