Tonight, I had a mean fight with my father. Which is notable because we never argue. Anyhow, we said some unkind things to each other and i left the room, even when he asked me to please stay, and he threw a block of cheddar cheese. And I could hear the terse, tense voices of my parents from the upstairs bedroom, the room I never lived in but where I sleep when I visit.
So I came downstairs and hugged him and he said "I have been waiting for tonight for months."
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