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I know. I was talking about your second father. He died in a car accident. Yes. I read the report. And you think my mother and I lied. I told you, I don't care any more. Why? You said you were an investigator. It was. I think I just quit. Did you like your second father? 
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Her lips buzz as she exhales deeply; he cannot tell if she is amused by the question or holding back a flood of tears. He was my father for a few years. I didn't see him most of the time. He didn't like being with my mom too much. I know. Sounds like he just wanted to get away. I want to get away. We don't have to go to Hsientien, he says. Where to, then? How far to Kenting?  |
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