Dear Diary, when mom sent me to buy her some beer again from the bar, a man came up to me and told me, "you look just like your father." I was so confused. He was wearing a stained vest and dirty sweatpants. He had long hair that reached his shoulder and there was a nasty cut running from his chin to his ear. His eyes were bloodshot, which was a sign he had been drinking a lot. How did he know my father? Surely, my father did not interact with bad and evil men,....or did he?
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