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Every now and then I had the balls to face my dad I always ended up in tears.
“Why won’t you teach me?
“If you wanna play pluck”
“Pluck?”
“Yeah that’s how I learned”
With tears in my eyes I ran to my room I was way too proud to pluck. His mom taught him or as he once put it “forced”, it’s all I ever wanted from him.
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