Jaywalking Is In His Genes
Sure I jaywalk he said. It’s in my genes.
I inherited this trait from my father.
I cannot help it.
He always jaywalked too.
I was astounded.
We had known each other for ten years.
I had never heard him talk about a father.
Where does your father live? I asked.
In heaven.
Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?
We are not sure.
All we know is he got hit by a car.
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