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standing like my father staring into nothing no, not nothing usually something boiling, spuds , the kettle, water.
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
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standing like my father staring into nothing no, not nothing usually something boiling, spuds , the kettle, water.
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
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