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I am choking on what is required of me. Dad was always looking for an excuse for hugging and kissing me; he often wanted me to feel shivery and shaky. Its tiny bat fingers, like needles, a pair of living fine-tooth combs. I can't reach him no more sadly. When we hold hands, I feel as we in our heads for the first time when he is.