Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:32:19 -0800 (PST)
From: David Asher <davidasherspen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Changes 1

It's funny, one of the earliest memories of my Mom and Dad
was when I was a little kid and they got a baby sitter for
me and went out to dinner.  When they came back I woke up
and saw them dancing in the kitchen.  My Mom was so
beautiful and my Dad looked so elegant, like a movie star.
They were just humming while they danced and then they
kissed.  That made me feel really good except that they
caught me watching but they weren't mad or anything, they
just laughed.

That was a good time but it didn't last.  When my Mom's dad
died everything seemed to change.  Grandpa was really
religious.  I mean really really religious and although my
Mom never seemed to be that into it after he died she
changed and then we started going to church a lot.  I could
tell that my dad wasn't all that happy about it but was
going along with it to make my mom happy but after a while
it seemed like nothing could really make her happy.

Part of the problem was my dad was a pretty physical guy,
really touchy feely and very relaxed about his body.  Plus I
think that he was probably pretty horny too because he was
always trying to kiss my mom and get something going but she
just kept getting mad at him and then after a while he just
seemed to stop being interested.

I never understood that.  I couldn't imagine why anyone
wouldn't want to do something with my dad.  He's beautiful,
well handsome but I mean really drop dead handsome with a
tall frame and broad shoulders and black hair on his head
and chest and really blue eyes.  We're Italian and his skin
is richly tan and when he looks at a person they kinda melt.
I know that I do.  I can remember when he took me to his
health club with him and I was kinda walking on one of those
treadmill things and he was on the one in front of me
running.  Man his shirt and shorts were dripping wet and the
hair on the back of his head was plastered to the back of
his neck.  I just was dying to lick the sweat off of him.
When I was little my Dad used to hold me all the time, I'd
crawl on his lap and bury my face in his chest and breathe
in that fantastic smell that was his alone.  Some of that
ended as my mom started to drift away.  Not that she was
actually leaving but to me it felt that way.

When I was ten I found out about beating off from the
internet and my friend Cam and I did it all the time but
even when he and I were together when I was ready to cum a
lot of times I thought about my dad and the smell of his
chest and the soft feeling of all that chest hair.

He would always be naked when he got up in the mornings
while he was walking around showering and shaving and stuff.
That drove my mom crazy and she was always yelling at him
but he just acted like it wasn't happening, especially near
the end, then he just ignored pretty much everything that
she said.  His cock hung down over his big balls and moved
back and forth as he walked.  When he'd see me coming out of
my bedroom he'd just smile and ruffle my hair and say,
"Morning, Kiddo."  I mean it was like it didn't even matter
that he was naked and that all his "stuff" was just hanging
there and flopping around.

I always thought, "Damn!  Why can't I be like him?  Why am I
always so unsure and fucked up?"

The beginning of the end.  That's how I think of it although
in a way it was actually the beginning of the beginning.
Cam and I were talking about sex, which is what we did
pretty much 24/7 and we found that all you had to do was
type "naked men" into the search engine and you got all
kinds of hot pics and we saved everyone of them for the next
beat off session.  Every kid in the world knows this now but
when we did it not that many people had computers.  Being
able to get those pics  kinda surprised me cause mom said
that she was putting one of those blocking things on the
computer but apparently she hadn't gotten to that by then or
maybe the software didn't work all that great at the time or
maybe she just didn't know how to do it.

Now my Grandpa, when he was alive, thought that pretty much
all gay people oughta be killed because as far as he was
concerned they were even worse than the devil but I  figured
that was just him, a crazy old man.  My mom never said
anything one way or another, at least not until he died and
then it was like she felt that she had to carry on his
tradition of hating gay people.  Not that I thought of
myself as gay because I didn't and I don't think that Cam
did either.  What he and I did was way more about getting
off than about straight or gay.  If somebody had told me
that I was gay I woulda thought they were crazy.

Well the day finally came when Mom and Dad had "the talk"
with me, the one where they told me that they were getting
divorced.  I didn't really know what to do so I just sat
there and listened.

My mom said, "This really doesn't have anything to do with
you, Sweetheart."  Well even I knew that that was bullshit
but I just sat there, which seemed to make them both
nervous.

Finally my dad said, "Mark, I bought a condo down on Haley
street so when you come and stay there you'll still be only
a bike ride away from here or from Cam's."
Well that made me feel better but it still didn't make sense
to me.  They hadn't told me who I'd be living with or what
the whole deal was gonna be.

"So will I still be living here or what?"  I was beginning
to wonder if they had thought this through.

My mom seemed to get really flustered and said, "Here,
Honey!  Nothings gonna change you'll still have your regular
room and everything."  Well that was a relief but when was I
gonna see my dad?

I asked my dad, "So some days I get to stay with you?"  I
knew that it sounded stupid but it wasn't like I had ever
been through this.  If I had given it more thought I knew a
bunch of guys who's parents were divorced and they all had
pretty much the same setup.

He grinned at me and even with all the stress of this I
almost got hard and I grinned back at him.  "Every Tuesday
and Wednesday and every other weekendd but it's not like a
rigid thing and if something comes up your mom and I are
gonna be flexible.  You come first with us, Mark, and the
important thing is that we don't wanna mess up your life any
more than we have to."  Okay, this was better, for one thing
the days that I got to spend with my dad I'd be with him
alone, my mom wouldn't be there.  The only thing that I
could think of that might screw things up would be my dad
getting a girlfriend and I had hunch that it wouldn't take
long for that to happen if it hadn't already.

The other thing that I didn't know about was did this mean
that I should go home with my Dad tonight.  I mean, they
didn't say when all this would go into effect and today was
a Wednesday.  My dad must have been reading my mind because
he smiled and said, "This doesn't start until this Friday,
Mark, then instead of coming here from school you'll come to
my place but I thought that maybe both of you would like to
come over and see it now.  That way on Friday it won't be a
surprise."  He turned to my mom and said, "And you won't
have to worry that he's sleeping on the floor or something."

My dad works for a company that builds big buildings and
shopping centers and stuff like that, it's a really good job
and he's got a lotta people who work for him.  So it's not
like he's gotta come and go at a certain time or else get
yelled at.  It's not like he was building cars in a factory
or something.  He's also got a really nice secretary, Mrs.
Hampton.  She's an older lady and she treats me really nice
and always kinda gives me the inside dope about whether he's
having a good day or not but it never seems to matter
because even when she says that he's having a bad day he
doesn't seem to change.

Anyway my dad bought a condo in a building that his company
built.  It was pretty near my mom's house and it was
beautiful.  It was on the top floor of the building and
there was only one other condo on that floor and even though
we never could hear anyone making noise from the other condo
I was pretty sure that because there was only two we
probably were gonna have a lot of privacy.

It was a three bedroom condo with two regular bathrooms with
both a shower and a tub and then one small bathroom that
just had a shower.  My dad's bathroom looked like it came
out of one of those magazines and the shower was huge with
six showerheads and the whole thing was marble.

My bedroom was right next to my dad's but I had my own
shower.  That was kind of a let down because I was hoping
that we might have to share but it was still really nice and
it was all furnished with stuff that looked like my dad
picked it out.  It was boy stuff but not in a little kid
way, maybe I should say man stuff because it really could
have been for an adult.

My dad got really excited when he was showing me the
computer that he bought for me and he was giving me all the
details but then I could see that he thought that maybe it
was bothering my mom and he steered us away from it.

Then there was a living room that I just knew that we would
never use and a dining room and kitchen and a really big
family room, which was where the tv was and where I knew
that we'd spend all of our time because the kitchen was
right next to it.

The whole place was decorated in a more modern way then my
mom's house and it looked more masculine.  I guess my dad
didn't figure he had to worry about what women wanted
anymore.  The more that I thought about it the more that I
realized that the way the condo was furnished really did
match the way that my dad was, masculine and clean.  My mom
seemed like she was trying to be nice but she didn't seem to
like the looks of it.  She kept saying things like,
"Oh....you're going to do it that way?" or  "That isn't too
cold for you?"  It made me kinda mad because he'd never pull
that shit with her.  My dad never gave people those little
digs, if he liked you that was the end of the story and the
rest didn't matter.

On the way out of the building my Dad introduced me to Mr.
Madigan, he was an older guy and he dressed like a guard
with a uniform and everything.  He was the main guy who
guarded the lobby of the building.  There were a couple of
other guys at different times but Mr. Madigan was pretty
much the only guy that I saw and I know that he was in
charge of the other guys.  He was really nice to me and
showed me a small room at the back of the lobby and he told
me that I could keep my bike there rather than having to
lock it up or take it up to the condo when I wasn't using
it.  He just told me not to make a big deal about it cause
he didn't want everybody wanting to put their bikes there.
Afterwards I thought about it and realized that I was gonna
have to introduce Cam to him so that he wouldn't give him a
hard time when he wanted to come up to see me.

The first time that he came there we shot straight to my
bedroom.  "Cool bedroom, Corelli."  That's my last name but
because my mom isn't Italian I'm only half Italian.  Cam was
staring out of my window when we made a huge discovery.

"Mark!  Mark, I think that you can see my fucking house!"

He was always dreaming this shit up.  "No way!  You're
imagining it."

"No I'm not, doofus!  You got binoculars?"

"In the family room!"  We took off running grabbed the
binoculars and shot back to my room.

He said, "Holy fuck!  You can look right in my bedroom
window...almost."  This was so weird, it seemed like his
house was miles away for some reason.  Well it was a good
mile but it was on top of a rise and stood out.

I finally pried the binoculars outta his hands and looked.
"You're right...it is your bedroom window but we need
something stronger than these."

He grinned.  "You know what we could do?"  I knew that this
was about sex.

I smiled.  "Beat off while we watched each other."

"You know it! That would be fucking cool!"

"We'd need a small telescope but my dad would probably go
for that."

"Would that be wicked or what?"  I already had a hardon and
Cam always had a hardon.

"What time does your dad get home?"

"Well, before it was always around five-thirty but here I
dunno."

"You wanna jerk?"  That was like asking me if I wanted to
breath and he was already opening his belt.

"We gotta be careful until we know what my dad's schedule is
gonna be."

He pushed his jeans and underwear down to mid thigh and his
dick slapped up and hit his stomach.  "So we won't get
naked, this way if we hear him we can be dressed in like
five seconds."

"Sounds good."  And in seconds my pants were pushed down too
and I was stroking my dick.

He scooted over next to me on my bed.  "You do me and I'll
do you."  No argument there.

I said to him.  "I saw something on the internet but I don't
want ya to freak.  I just wanna try it."

He said loudly, "I'm not letting ya fuck me!"

"Just lay back, will ya?  I'm not gonna fuck ya!"  He laid
straight back on the bed.

I said.  "Okay if this is too weird I'll stop."  And I took
his cock into my mouth and tried to suck.  And while I
originally thought that there couldn't be anything simpler
my gag reflex kicked in and I pulled off coughing.

"Why did ya stop?"  Cam's head was lifted up with a pained
look on his face.

"I gagged!  I tried to take too much into my mouth.  Did ya
like it?"

"You gotta be fucking kidding!  Like it?   I loved it!"

"Okay ya loved it but will ya do it to me too?  This isn't
gonna be one of those things were I do it and then after you
got your rocks off you think we shouldn't have."

"No, I'll do it to you!  Actually I was thinking about it
anyway but I lost my nerve.  Besides, Mark, has there ever
been anything that I didn't wanna do?"  That was true, Cam
was pretty much up for anything when it came to sex.

"Okay, well I'll do you and you can do me."  I looked at him
with a frown.  "On the internet they always seem to swallow
the other guys cum.  I'm not sure about that, maybe if you
just shoot on your stomach and I'll taste it.  Okay?"

"I want you to shoot in my mouth!  If I'm gonna do this, I'm
doin it all the way.  Besides I already like the taste of my
cum."

I looked at him surprised.  "You like the taste of your cum?
You never told me that."

"I just started doin it.  It's not so much the taste as the
idea of it."  He grinned at me.  "It'd be hot to eat your
cum though too."  Cam could really surprise me sometimes.

"Well if you're gonna eat mine then I'm eaten yours."  It
seemed like the least that I could do and it did seem hot.

Dad had gotten me a queen size bed, which compared to the
twin that I've had at mom's seemed like the deck of an
aircraft carrier.  When we stretched out on it it seemed
like there was just so much room.  I took a tentative swipe
of his dick.

"I'm goin slow this time."

Cam smiled before he put my dick in his mouth.  "I'm not
sure that slow's gonna be possible."

I was holding his dick and looking at him.  "You telling me
this things goin off as soon as I get it in my mouth?"

He grinned.  "It might happen whether you put it in your
mouth or not, Corelli."

We both did it at the same time.  Cam's dick
tasted......well kind of earthy and the more that I sucked
it the more that I liked it.  The sensations that he was
giving me had me ready to climb the walls and I kept trying
to push my dick further into his mouth and he finally pushed
my hips back and held them.  The two of us just sucked
faster and faster and it wasn't very long before he started
grunting and then two shots of cum hit the back of my throat
and I was right behind him.  At first I kinda gagged at the
idea of cum in my mouth but the more that I thought about it
the cooler it seemed and the taste was okay.

We both rolled onto our backs wiped out and we both got soft
for like thirty seconds.
When we turned back on our sides we were both giggling.

I could feel Cam's dick getting hard again while I was
holding it and I knew that mine was too.

"That was fucking awesome!"

"No argument from me, Mark.  Geez, your cum tastes good."
We were still holding each other's cocks.

That surprised me.  "Really?  I guess that I didn't really
taste yours.  I pretty much just swallowed it."

He grinned at me.  "Wanna go again?"

I answered him by licking his cock.  The second time was
longer because we weren't even totally hard when we started
sucking, something on the order of five minutes and this
time I kept his cum in my mouth longer so that I could see
what it tasted like.  The taste wasn't really either good or
bad so why was it so hot?  I finally decided that it was a
case of it being that part of another person that made
babies and was now becoming part of me that made it so wild.

As Cam was pulling up his pants he was looking around the
room with a kind of concerned look on his face.  "I'm still
gonna be able to sleep over, right?"

I hadn't really thought about it, I just figured sleepovers
would be at my mom's.  "I don't know why not.  I can't see
why my dad would care.  Besides, he likes you."

"He does?"

"Did you think that he didn't?"

"It's hard to tell with adults.  I mean, he was always
friendly but with adults I'm never sure if that means
anything."

I had to laugh.  "Cam, my dad's Italian and they're not real
good at hiding how they feel.  If he acts friendly then
that's the way that he feels.  Besides, your dad and mine
have known each other for ever and your dad's our doctor."
I lay on the bed and laughed.  "Your dad's held my dad's
balls and had him turn his head and cough."  That struck us
both as hilarious and we rolled around on the bed laughing
and grabassing.

When we stopped laughing Cam looked at me and said, "I bet
they're really big."

"What?"

"What?  Whadya mean what?  Whata we been talking about, your
dad's balls."

"Oh!  They are big.  Well at least they look big to me."

He crawled over next to me.  "How big?"

I held out my hands with my palms up and my fingers curled
over.  "I dunno, like eggs I suppose.  It's not like I could
say, "Gee dad lemme hold those puppies for a while cause Cam
really wants an accurate description."  I smiled.  "You
could ask your dad how big they are."

"Yeah right!  He never tells us any of that shit.  He might
as well be an accountant or something."

I grinned at him.  "Doesn't his clinic ever have a bring
your kid to work day?  Then you could check out everybody's
equipment for yourself?"

He smiled at me and said, "You know you really can be an
asshole sometimes."

"I can't be too bad, you like the taste of my cum."

He sighed.  "I'd probably like the taste of everyone's cum."

"Gee and I thought I was special!"

"Dickwad!  So what's your mom been like since your dad moved
out?  She's probably horny, I know I would be."

"Oh geez!  I don't think horny enters into it.  I get the
feeling that she's constantly watching me waiting for me to
do something I'm goin to hell for."

"Awe, she'll get over it.  All women get nuts but it seems
to come and go."

"I dunno.  I got a bad feeling that this is permanent."

There was a knock on the bedroom door and a couple seconds
later my dad's head popped in.  "You guys okay?"  My heart
raced while I tried to think if there was anything that we
had forgotten to zip up or put away and the scary thought
that we hadn't even heard the front door.

"Hi, Dad!"  He had taken off his jacket but he looked great
in his white dress shirt and tie.

Hi, Mr. Corelli."  Dad eased into the room and sat on the
bed with us and finally rolled over on his stomach just like
we were lying.

"Hey, Cam.  How's your mom and dad?"

"They're okay."

"You guys look bored, can't find anything to do?"

I leaned towards my dad and bumped shoulders with him.  "We
can see Cam's house from here but we need a telescope."

He looked surprised.  "You're kidding!"

Cam and I both started telling him at the same time and
dragged him over to the window and gave him the binoculars.
He stared out the window through the binoculars.

"I don't....oh there, no.....got it!  You can't see much
though.  You're right you do need a telescope if Cam doesn't
mind."

"Huh?"  We both asked at the same time.

My dad laughed.  "Well Cam may not want you watching him in
the privacy of his bedroom."

Cam laughed.  "Between gym class and sleepovers he's seen it
all anyway.  Besides, if anything hot is goin on I'll close
the blinds."

My dad hooked an arm around both of our necks and pulled us
to the kitchen saying, "I can just imagine."  He dug into
the refrigerator and pulled out a beer and while he was
doing that Cam and I gave each other a "What did he mean by
that" look.

"You guys want a coke or anything?  I'm gonna change clothes
but then I'll start dinner.  You staying, Cam, you're always
welcome?"

"Nah, I gotta get goin my mom is waiting but thanks.  My
mom's sister is comin over with their family and she wants
me there.  I wish I could stay here their kids are all
little and she's gonna expect me to entertain em."

I rolled my eyes and my dad said, "Well, Kiddo sometimes ya
just gotta suck it up."
I smiled at Cam and winked, he blushed.

Later that night my dad and I were sitting in the family
room.  I was watching television and he was sitting in his
favorite chair with a bunch of papers from work.  The phone
rang and my dad looked at caller id and got a surprised look
on his face.

"Your mom." He picked up the phone and said hello.

I could hear her screaming into the phone from across the
room.  He held the phone away from his ear for a moment and
then in a kind of disgusted way said, "Hang on, he's here."

We met in the middle of the room and he handed me the phone.
He mouthed the word "mad."

"Hi, Mom what's up?"

Her voice was rigid with anger and each word came out
clipped.  "I just wanted to know when you were going to tell
me?"  I was truly mystified.  My dad had gone back and sat
down to work but I could see him watching out of the corner
of his eye.

"Tell ya what, Mom?"

"That you're a homosexual, a faggot!  Does your father know?
Is he in on this too?  Is this something that you all were
keeping from me?"  At first I was stunned and then it felt
like all the air went out of me and I couldn't breathe.

"Mom, I dunno what you're talking about?"  Did she somehow
know that Cam and I were having sex?  I tried to think of
some way that she might have known what we were doing even
though I never thought in terms of us being gay.

"Mark!  Stop lying to me!"  She gave a disgusted laugh.
"Your grandfather told me about you but I didn't believe
him.  He told me that all you boys were nothing but queers
but I defended you!  I defended you and then you stabbed me
in the back!"

I was really scared now!  No adult in my whole life had ever
talked to me in this menacing tone of voice and to hear it
coming out of my mother's mouth terrified me beyond belief.
It was like she was a person that I didn't know at all and
stuff that I did that I thought was private was now
apparently obvious to everyone and they all thought the very
worst possible thing.  I could feel the tears beginning to
well up but somehow I still felt that this was some terrible
mistake.

"Mom!  Mom, I'm not!  I don't know where you're getting
that!"  My dad was still on the other side of the room but
he was standing and he looked like he was really mad and I
was sure that he was mad at me.  The tears were streaming
down my face now and I was going into full panic mode.

She screamed into the phone.  "The pictures, Mark!  Your
faggot pictures that you saved on your computer!  You didn't
think that I'd find those?  Those disgusting pictures of men
on your computer!  I almost threw up when I saw those, when
I knew that my own son was looking at those pictures and
probably abusing himself with them.  Debasing himself and
spitting in the face of God!  How many times have you lied
to me?"  She screamed.  "How many times?"  She found those
pictures and now she hated me and he would too.  As soon as
she told him what she thought I was he'd hate me too.

I was totally crying now.  "I don't want you back here!  I
couldn't stand to ever touch you again!  Stay with your
father!  You deserve each other!  Mark, until you repent and
dedicate your soul to God I don't want to see your face,
you're dead to me."  She didn't want me!  The person that I
relied on most didn't want me.  She was throwing me out and
he would to, I could see it in his eyes, the anger, an
almost wild anger.  I could feel myself curling up into a
ball, trying to disappear.  What if he wanted to beat me, to
punish me for doing all of those evil things?  He was big I
wouldn't stand a chance.

He came over and angrily grabbed the phone out of my hand
while I rolled off of the sofa onto the floor.  I realized
that I had to get away.  If I stayed he'd probably kill me
and even if he didn't do that I couldn't live with his
disgust.  I got to my feet and ran for the door.  I threw it
open and went to the elevator and started punching the
buttons.  I could hear him yelling my name but I couldn't go
back and face him but the elevator wasn't coming and when I
turn around he was running at me.  I heard the elevator but
it no longer matter because I was checking out and I never
even felt myself hit the floor.

I could feel myself coming back to the surface and my face
felt really wet and I figured that was from all the crying.
It didn't matter because I figured that that was just the
start of the crying but I was wrong about my dad.

He was sitting on the edge of the sofa and he had a
washcloth in his hand.  He bent down and kissed my forehead.
His eyes were warm and his fingers were smoothing my hair.

The phone rang and I must have jumped a foot.  He put a
finger to his lips and just said, "Shhhhh, it'll be okay."

He picked up the phone and hit the talk button.  "Murray,
she's gone totally nuts and kicked Mark outta the house.
She says that she doesn't want him back and I want you to
get me full custody and I want it done pronto.  I don't want
him back in that house for even a moment.   Murray, there's
no telling what she's capable of, I want that custody!  I
hit the record button, Murray, I've got most of it recorded.
Okay call me."  He clicked off the phone.

He reached down and brushed the tears from the corners of my
eyes.  I hadn't realized until then that I was still crying.

He looked away and frowned and then looked back down at me.
"Your mom is not well.  If she were herself she never would
have said the things to you that she did.  She was never
like that before...when we first got married.....it was
different then."  He sighed and touched his fingers to my
chest.  "You're the most important thing in the world to
me..and I won't let her hurt you."

It was so weird because I could feel myself shaking.  I knew
that it was okay now and that's something that I really did
know but my body was thinking something else.

My dad looked down at me and asked, "You're still scared?"
I just nodded yes.

I tried to talk and it came out all strange but then I tried
it again.  "I dunno why?"  Or maybe I did.

Then my dad did something I never expected, he got onto the
sofa with me and laid down behind me and wrapped his arms
around me.  When he spoke his mouth was right by my ear and
his voice was soft and deep.

"Mark, I'm not gonna let anything hurt you.  It's not gonna
happen.  And nothing you could do would ever make me stop
loving you.  She told me about the pictures."

I almost jumped off of the sofa but he put his leg over mine
and held me in place.

"I don't care, Mark.  Look, you may not believe this but I
used to be thirteen and I know what thirteen year olds feel
and what they do.  I used to have friends that I had sex
with too."  He sighed.  "I know that this seems like the end
of the world to you but it's not."

Did he just tell me that he knew about Cam and I?

My head was lying on his right upper arm and his left arm
was wrapped around my chest.  I could feel his breathing and
the beat of his heart.

I had to ask him.  "You had guys that you had sex with?"

He laughed.  "Sure did."

"So you knew about me and Cam?"

"Not like absolutely and not any details but yeah I knew.
Most boys have a best friend that they learn to beat off
with and then have sex with.  Usually, in time, they move on
to girls, sometimes they stay with guys.  It's how the world
works.  It's normal.  But for anyone to say that a thirteen
year old is gay or for that matter straight is just crazy.
And the thing is I don't care if you're straight or gay.  I
want you to be happy."

He looked at his watch.  "Damn, it's almost midnight!"  He
climbed over me stood up and took my hand and pulled me up.
"Come on, you're bunking with me tonight.  This was a hell
of shock for a kid your age and I don't want you by yourself
tonight."  I must have looked surprised but I was still
shaking.  "And you're not going to school tomorrow.  I'm
taking the day off too, we'll go someplace, have a little
fun.  I'll send people to get your stuff, you won't have to
go back there."

We turned out the lights and walked to my dad's bedroom.  He
stripped down to his boxers and so did I.  I guessed that he
wasn't gonna sleep naked tonight because of me.  He held up
the end of the sheet and said, "Get in and scoot over."  It
was a king size bed and I went all the way over to the other
side because I figured that's where he'd want me to be but
he pulled me back so that he could hold me.

Like there hadn't been enough strange things I started to
cry again but it was different somehow, maybe more relief
than anything.  My dad just held me and murmured, "It's
okay, everything is gonna be fine.

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