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Fiction 59 submission #1

title: Camping with Dad

"No curling irons."
"But Dad!" I winced, tears welling up in my eyes.
"You won't need it in the woods."
I stomped away, knowing the futility of protesting. Maybe if I killed myself my father would understand. At my funeral photographers would snap pictures of my father's anguished face. Headlines would proclaim, "13 Year-Old Girl Dead, Father Unreasonable."


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Jun. 20th, 2004 09:25 am (UTC)
Is it wrong to laugh out loud to your childhood pain?
Jun. 20th, 2004 02:32 pm (UTC)
not in this case...
Jun. 20th, 2004 07:16 pm (UTC)
*grin* I can feel that pain like it was yesterday. Awesome.
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