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Dad


Dad, Sorry for getting mad, I sometimes forget that you’re my dad. With all the memories we’ve depleted, there’s no way it’s been completed. We’ll always laugh, we’ll always kid, just don’t let it be forbid. I’ll always love you, no matter what, even though you’re a pain in the butt. Sometimes I yell, you know that. What am I trying to get at? Oh yeah, you’re the best, and I’m just so blessed. Thanks for always being there for me, even when we don’t agree. Unfortunately I must say adieu, but I love you with much ballyhoo!
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