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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.

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