My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box
I have the levels.”
He put his hand on the door, then paused.
“Did you ever decide what to call the song?”
“Not yet.”
“Your father always named songs before he finished them.”
“That may explain some of his songs.”
Marcus grinned.
“He’d have argued with you about that.”
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