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February 25, 2009:

His photo in a wooden frame. Mid forties maybe, hair died brown. Gray suit with blue trim; blue shirt, open at the collar. Thick, thick mustache. Smile, yet, forced. A mandatory smile, required by the process of having his photo taken. His eyes are cold and predatory. He's angry, at something or someone.

My daddy.

Where's my daddy?

I loved my daddy, but, he left without a word.

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