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- i spoke to my real dad today on the phone while i was on my break at work. he made me cry and my manager put his hand on my shoulder and asked if i was okay - and when people ask "are you okay" i just cry even more. so i was sobbing in the break room over my cold pizza and went into the bathroom that smells like fresh paint even though it's been painted for a long time now - and just cried because sometimes it's the only thing that can take away the pressure. i took the LONG LONG way home and drove with the windows down, i miss you like fire.