my dad came to visit. i made him coffee. he wanted to know where the "real" sugar was. he liked our apartment and it made me feel proud. he took lots of pictures with his camera. i told him about a bad dream i had about mom and it made us both sad. he did an impression of an old man dancing that made me laugh. he showed me alternate routes to and
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