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Father's Day always makes me a little uneasy. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like having a father growing up. Even before my parents divorce my father wasn't around much. Today I tried to figure out how long it's been since we've spoken. It would have been in the late 80s. I would have been in the ninth grade or so. Around twenty years or so. It's fucked up. I guess it also doesn't matter. It only crosses my mind once a year. I need more distractions.