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Fatherhood Never Stops Grabbing You By the Balls—Even When Your Nest Turns Empty

The red second hand travels along the familiar white face of the schoolroom clock in my officetick… tick… tick… audible and inexorable, stopping so diligently at each and every hash mark before moving on to the next, the sound resonating through the gathering quiet of my solitary evening like a steady heartbeat,…

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