My father looks like Albert Einstein. It's a strange thing to be reminded of every time I'm browsing the science section at a bookstore. They both have permanently sad eyes. And a Magnum P.I. mustache. Once, I took a sharpie to my fourth-grade basketball picture. I drew a thick black mustache across my upper lip and scared myself half to death when I looked down at the picture and saw my father staring back at me. There's no getting that sharpie ink off the picture either. I rubbed my whole face, sad eyes and all, away in the attempt.
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