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Daddy Daydreamer

The older I get, the more I become like my dad

It was the height of hubris to think I could outwit my father

“When are you going to stop sneaking out in the middle of the night?” my dad asked, poker-faced.

The gig was up.

When I was a teenager, in order to join my friends for some late-night debauchery, I had to circumvent our home security system. I couldn’t risk waking my parents by disarming the alarm and leaving through the front door. My only . . .

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February 18, 2016

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