Read all about it, read all about it, read all about it


Dad and I sit down together every night before my bed, to see the same pages of the same books we’ve previously read.

We know each and every word yet he remains absorbed by every turn, so I feign a little interest and will again tomorrow when we return.
His voice becomes more hysterical as he recites every unchanging line, of course there are many similar books in the world but there are no dads quite like mine.

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