So I'm chilling in Chicago for the holidays. It's Christmas eve. I'm in my Dad's office taking care of some stuff for him on the computer.Typing up easy to use directions, finding some software, etc.
He asks me "Uuuh can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah sure Dad, anything?"
"Its kind of personal."
Now I'm thinking he is asking for the hundreth time if I'm dating, do I have a boyfriend, do I want to get married have kids. You know the normal pressure one gets being 29 and single.
"How do you research for your stories?"
Et tu brute...et tu?
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