Today's OneWord: Dread

Why is it that we dread the day we see our fathers' ghosts again? They all gather in the same beer hall to drink and tell bad jokes and stories. I know one friend whose father fell from the roof one night while he was inebriated by cider and whiskey and whimsical dreams. I thought maybe that the dreams hit him harder than the alcohol ever did. Perhaps it's better to close the door and have our second round at another pub.

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