Nonfiction | December 01, 2003

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My father is a storyteller. He doesn’t even know he is telling stories; he is simply talking, and what he has to say has a beginning, middle and end. It suits his temperament because he likes to be the center of attention. He often repeats the same stories — you could say he has a repertoire.

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