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It's the End Of The World As I Know It
“Hey, kid!” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “How are you
doing?” It's Dad. His timing is getting better. It's midnight my time and I'm
wide awake. Good thing Dad lives out in California—it's only 9:00 pm there.
“I'm fine. How are you?”
“Can't complain. Hey, I've got a question for you,” he said. “What's your
email address?”
WHAT?
The universe suddenly turned ninety degrees on me. Dad. My Dad. My Dad who
hates computers and will have nothing to do with them, asking me for my email
address.
Next thing you know, a coke head will be running for President.
Hey, wait a minute …
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