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day I was born, my father gave me a telescope. "What do you expect a baby to do with a telescope?" Mother asked him with a shake of her head. Father ignored her. "Now, you’ll be able to see beyond this crib," he whispered to me. I opened one eye. Mother shook her head again. |
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