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i sat in my stairwell for like twenty minutes, listening to my dad tell my mom exactly how they make hostess fruit cake, and listeing to her pretend to listen to another one of his random stories of random useless information, and i just love them both so much.
i love my dad for knowing how they make things like fruitcake and pencils and for knowing all there is to know about the republican party's affiliation with croatia based upon grain shares in the 1970's.
i love my mom for always pretending to listen to him.
i love my dad for knowing how they make things like fruitcake and pencils and for knowing all there is to know about the republican party's affiliation with croatia based upon grain shares in the 1970's.
i love my mom for always pretending to listen to him.