I was always different from all the other kids, and I was doing things that nobody else did or seemed to have any interest in.
Irishmen are not reserved, and the company appeared dying to be intimately acquainted.
My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.
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