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Tapes

“Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you finish your chores?”
“Yes.”
“Were you as nice as you could possibly be to everyone?”
“Of course!”
The man paused, looked down, and took a deep breath that raised his shoulders and then slowly dropped them. He looked up again and smiled as he started to speak.
“You know, I love you so, so much. You’re my little girl, and I could only want the best for you. However, I know I don’t have to worry. I know everyday you’ll make me proud, and – and – and – and…”
Oh no, not again she thought. She pushed the ‘Stop’ button on the player, ejected the tape, and examined it closely. It always happens at this one part. The tape had been worn thin from constant use, but she had no idea as to how to fix it.
She sighed.
Oh well.
She stuck the tape back into the player, rewound it, and pushed the ‘Play’ button.
“Hello, Anna.”
“Hi Daddy!”

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