#12518 - The only way I'd enjoy those imaginary things more was if she was standing in front of me wearing them. Slowly the rest of them turned to look at me with frowns on their faces and a What the hell? question in their eyes. I had been just twelve when he disappeared one Saturday in June and as the years had passed came to learn that he was a weak-willed man who hated responsibility and loved his drink.
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