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overwhelming,  and  the  tears  start  to





                  stream down my face.





                             I  pull  away  and  wipe  them  away.





                  "Hi, Daddy."





                             Cohen has already started down the





                  path,  and  I'm  grateful  that  he  at  least





                  respects this. I walk into the house, and





                  everything  is  as  familiar  as  the  day  I






                  moved  out.  It's  warm  and  inviting  and




                  feels like home.
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