My father’s voice

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I think I’ve gone about six months this time without slamming one of my toes into something, usually resulting in a broken toe or a lost toenail. So it was about time for it to happen again. Fortunately, this time nothing’s broken.

And after all these years, I still hear my father yelling, “What the hell have I told you kids about running around the house in your bare feet?”

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