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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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We live in Florida. In daylight, I realize that for some time I have been running through a patch of poison ivy in my front yard. My dad asks me to go collect tide pool creatures. I jump in the truck and head down a snowy hill to the beach. The red-haired teenage witch from TV sits in a tall lifeguard’s chair. She wears a short, black dress and is pregnant again.