My daddy was the best. He had this wonderful black hair, and these...beautiful blue eyes! I didn't even know his real name was Mark until I was about four. It was and now is still Mark Miller. I don't know his middle name. He is (or was, I don't know where he lives now.) funny, strong, sweet, and he looked after everybody in my family.
He is my daddy.
So screw off haters.
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Smiling Water (A Book of Random)
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