My dad...I sort of talked bad about him earlier.
He isn't that bad really.
He took me to Tijuana Flatts, which is our favorite restaraunt,
and it's cheap so it makes it a lot better.
It's all trippy and has a hot sauce bar and plays cool music.
But he knew something was wrong tonight.
I sort of looked like a puppy that's been kicked and thrown out into
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