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Update:
My dad seems to have forgotten the whole ordeal. Or, rather, he spent the whole weekend pretending like nothing ever happened. Not to worry, though, because sometime in the future -- maybe tomorrow, maybe next year -- he will throw it back in my face and hold it against me, whenever it is most convenient for him. And when I say "most convenient," I mean the worst possible time ever.
Ah, the joys of family life.
My dad seems to have forgotten the whole ordeal. Or, rather, he spent the whole weekend pretending like nothing ever happened. Not to worry, though, because sometime in the future -- maybe tomorrow, maybe next year -- he will throw it back in my face and hold it against me, whenever it is most convenient for him. And when I say "most convenient," I mean the worst possible time ever.
Ah, the joys of family life.