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Mom, like all moms, had a break point for what she could tolerate from a 13-year old. In this story, I crossed that point. Her unusual punishment sobered me. Didn’t cure, but sobered, because I wasn’t done being my father yet.
As life is known to be full of irony, this story also contains the capstone project of my boyhood. We talk about it still.
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