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My daddy could sell ‘ice to an eskimo’, or so I was told. Growing up, I remember my daddy was a jovial person. He laughed more than any human I have still yet to meet, and he always donned a smile that extended across his entire face. I would trace the deep crevices that had cratered in a sunburst pattern from his eyes at only 35. He was my love, my hero, and held all my admiration. I asked him to marry me over and over again. Call it childhood instinct, but I knew our time together would be short.
It was a Sunday night, 5 days before my 11th birthday, when we received the tragic call; my daddy was dead. The day before my birthday I sat nervously locked away in a back corner, hiding from his corpse displayed for the viewing pleasure of all those that had loved…
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