Doomsday: The End Of Time
I slowly said, "What definition of 'weirdo' are you talking about here? "
"What do you mean, dad? "
I unconsciously adjusted my tie again as I sat upright, she brought her head close to mine.
"There are two types of weirdos, Ann. There are those weird in an awful way, and we have those, weird in an intriguing way. "
I could tell by her look, she didn't understand what I'd just said, still, she decided to play along.
"Which am I, dad?"
"Sweetheart, guess. Don't spoil the fun. " I smiled.
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