When I first got my driver's license, my dad had me drive him to bars and one night stands, wait outside until he was done, drive him home and then lie to my mother about where he had been. I was a pretty whipped kid emotionally and afraid of him enough to go along. Needless to say when my mom had cried enough, she divorced him, and I was pleased to see that happen.
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Who is John Galt?
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