It’s 2 a.m., and I woke up with the Christmas song, “She’s got her Daddy’s Eyes” stuck in my head. It is the title and the tune that’s playing in my head over and over. It’s like I’m stuck in quicksand or maybe stuck in a perpetual Kincaid recital. I vaguely remember going to Disney ...
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