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Fathers leave in all sorts of ways. Some of them leave in the dark. Some leave only in their heads, while their bodies remain, staring at the world around them forever distantly. Others fade out over time, like an old photo rubbed raw. Many, gone in an instant.
he asks you if you would like to keep on living. Even if nothing changed; if it all played out the same way. Would you want this life?
