I was loading the dishwasher when Sam said, "Daddy says crying is the worst thing a boy can do. I literally pressed my lips together before saying, "And how do you feel about that?"
"I can think of a lot of things that would be worse than crying."
I thought to myself, "Yeah, how about telling him to fuck off. Then tell him, well, at least you didn't cry."
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
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