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Speaking of demons. It is my father's birthday. He would have been 90. Except that he's dead.
What a waste.
What an utter shame.
What an unmitigated relief.
What a waste.
What an utter shame.
What an unmitigated relief.
Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, February 21, 2013
4 comments:
Well, we'll all be celebrating centuries of birthdays past our ending. Will those ever end?
Phil,
I will just never be asked to send him a card again.
What a heart-felt post!
That was an excellent article and interesting comments at Slate, and must have been helpful for you.
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