07/23/17, 12:08am

But he was selfish to the end, ashamedly selfish. I don’t want to be to you what my father was my mother. I don’t want to know that I could do make someone feel this way. I stopped him. He noticed.

Did it matter, I asked.

Enough to bother me, he said.

I’m thinking about how I could do this better in the future, he says later.

You did it again, I said. But I guess it doesn’t matter this time around.

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