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  • 3 hours ago
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It’s wild that I haven’t seen or talked to my dad in four years and he lives less than a mile away. Honestly it’s a miracle I haven’t run into him yet but then again he doesn’t drive. And even if I did what would we even say in the Vons parking lot? Some awkward small talk? A nod? Then again he doesn’t shop or cook either so there’s really no reason to cross paths. The truth is some distances aren’t measured in miles they’re measured in pride, history, and unspoken things that don’t fit neatly in a conversation between aisles of frozen pizza.







































 
 
 

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