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There was dad sitting at the table, wide awake, reading glasses on nose, pen in hand above a Doppler graph of numbers on paper, one of many now-lost theorems, looking up as his son walked into the room.
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Reading for a crowd one evening I felt/ the women’s eyes kissing my temples and/ neck, sucking my earlobes and lower lip.
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