ASSAY
Daddy Sang Bass
MY FATHER is a great singer. Expressive, warm, exciting, resonant. At least to my twelve-year-old ears. On Saturday afternoons he drives to the Chik-fil-A down the road to buy paper bags of chicken nuggets for me and my baby brother, Andrew, who is five and eats food exclusively in nugget form. After minutes of anticipation
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