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Conversation with my daddy on Father's Day with my mother in the background

Hello-o?
Hey Dad,this is Jane Ellen
Oh, you're the one she said would call.
Happy Father's Day!
What? Oh yeah, I'm a pretty happy dad.
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Let's see, there was something important about today, I needed to, hmmm.
It's Father's Day!
Oh yeah, father's day. Yeah I'm pretty happy.
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I wish those people would stop pushing that stuff down into the lake. They think they're feeding the fish, I reckon.
(No, Charles, that's scum.)
Scum? Well, I guess it is. Why are they putting scum in pond?
It grows there.
It grows?
Yes, Daddy, it grows in the water.
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There's a man that fishes down here sometimes. He brings this black man. Maybe they're the ones...
Anyhow, he fishes, but I guess that's alright. The neighbors, hehehe, they might get to calling me a nigger-lover.
Oh, oh, Dad, that's not a good thing to say. People don't say that anymore!
(Charles, shhh, don't say that. That's the man's son.)
What man?
The man who fishes in the lake and brings his son.The son is adopted and he's mentally challenged.)
Who is?
(Ask her if she remembers Dr. Shelly at Winthrop. He taught French, but he speaks seven languages.)
Seven languages? No wonder I couldn't understand what he said.
I don't know. I might remember him.
I wish those people wouldn't bring that scum with them and put it in my lake when they fish.
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Are you in a hurry?
No, are you?
Well, I feel like I'm writing a book and I need to start over.
Oh, are you tired of talking?
I'm about give out.
Okay, I love you, Daddy.
Love you, too, babe.

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