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My Father Is a Preacher. I’m a Writer.

We have more in common than you’d think

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The way my father tells the story, I am four years old, and we are on our way to the beach, my arm in a cast. I had broken it falling off a swing set.

My parents have talked up the trip all week, and I am dying from excitement. We ride forever until my…