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| So sit right back, and you'll hear a tale, a tale of how you are destined to fail your children... | |
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| Wait a damned minute. You've got Male Pattern Baldness, and I don't. It skips a generation. | |
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| Plus, I'm a nice guy, not a whiskey-soaked derelict. How could I be you? How could I ever merit Worst Father? | |
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| See how you're making this all about YOU? | |
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