I was talking about my father to my DIL. I remember when we were young that we had a kitchen table that was broken. One of the legs on the table had to be propped up. I don't remember how it broke loose. Anyway, my dad would come into the house just looking to pick a fight or get mad about... Sign in to see full entry.
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