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Dad used to sing almost constantly. Not that he was a particularly good singer—his voice was ragged from cigarettes and whisky, and no matter the song he affected a sort of brogue, despite the fact that Fort Wayne was the closest he’d ever gotten to Ireland. After a long day of work at the hospital, he’d go downstairs to his workbench, mess around with these model planes he was always building, singing all the while. I could feel the vibrations through the kitchen floor.
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Batt, Matthew
(2012)
"China,"
Booth: Vol. 4
:
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6
, Article 1.
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