Once upon a time, my dad lived at the corner of Blueberry and Buckle, too. His name is Andrew.  He isn’t fancy either, but at least he lived  here.  Now he lives in Ottenbury with his friend Richard. He left when I was seven, but some-times it  doesn’t feel that long ago. I see him all the time— almost every weekend. But I miss him more than that.

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