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attention he applied to everything he decided deserved attention. He had a normal morning to get back to, and he was getting back to it.
I stood in the doorway watching him.
“Dad.”
He kept working. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
He set the bowl down and turned to face me. “For what, son?”
“For not asking. For treating the door like something to stay away from instead continue reading …
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