I had been given fair warning from his father. One of these days, you'll see, you'll say good night to your darling son, and in the morning a stranger will come up those stairs, hair tangled, eyes expressionless (this would not be the day to remember that the eyes are the window to your soul), no socks and looking for his shoes. I approach with caution.
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