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My dad's look, the look he gives me when I say or do something particularly dumb, usually when helping him work on the car, and I hand him the wrong wrench. His steel-blue eyes fix on me and try to penetrate the fog within me, searching for the place that will confirm the obvious: I must have been switched at birth.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Switched
My dad's look, the look he gives me when I say or do something particularly dumb, usually when helping him work on the car, and I hand him the wrong wrench. His steel-blue eyes fix on me and try to penetrate the fog within me, searching for the place that will confirm the obvious: I must have been switched at birth.
stuart-lee
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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