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    • The edges were frayed and the picture was covered in dirty fingerprints, but I didn't care. It was still him. It was still my dad. I've never met him before. All I know is that he had to leave when a was a baby. I like to think that he left for a reason, and not just because he didn't love me or mamma. His name is Henry, same as me . I don't know anything else about him. In the picture, he's standing, tall and strong. He has the same nose as me: a bit too big at the tip and too narrow in the middle. I wonder what he was like. I hope he was a good man, like the one I know I'm gonna be.

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