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[schmirius]

a dream: dad told me I should write a book like he had written a book, in the style that he had which was the style that papa had written. and everyone when he was young ng and everyone he knew read the book he'd written when he was young, and they told him he was so clever and so good at imitating papas style

I hit him hard and he started crying. the way he felt when he was crying was the way I feel, I knew. "do you have *any* idea," I said ,and hit him. "how
.. arrogant, how awful..."

then I woke up.