When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
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Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
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keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
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Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.
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The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.
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The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
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You are formally invited
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clenched her torso,
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missiles at his face
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