“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, but I never heard about you before.”
“He didn’t know about me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Can’t say that I am.” He shrugged. “I never knew him, so I never knew what I was missing. A few times when I was a kid I got angry at my mother for never giving us a chance, but I finally understood. She was scared.”
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