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First off my parents are divorced (happen the year I moved out) and live 3000 miles away.
I don’t talk with my dad much. We are not on bad terms or anything, we just have zero to talk about. We are two completely different people on just about every way possible. We have spoke on the phone twice this year, and one time it was cause of father’s day. Each phone call is ‘bout twenty minutes long and the half of it seems to revolve around football. I’m flying home in a week and a half, and plan on seeing him for an afternoon. We can both sit on the couch and struggle for things to talk about; yeah I’m looking forward to this. He is in his late 60s and has smoked for almost his whole entire life. He doesn’t have any health problems but I know that he is just not going to live to be a real old man. I know that I’m going to kick myself when he is gone that I didn’t make a closer attempt to spend more time with him.
I get along with my mom pretty well. We talk on the phone once a month, and twice a month she flies out east to see her family, myself included. She has two older sons that lived with their father, and I have two younger sisters. I don’t want to brag, but I seem like the one that was going to be the biggest looser, but today I have accomplished the most, and give her the most reasons to brag to her friends about. In her eyes I have never done no wrong (just never got caught) and can still never do no wrong.
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Her juju beads are so nice
She kissed my third cousin twice
Im the king of pomona
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