crying, and I was like ‘I’d fucking swap everything I’ll ever have to see you one more time, you fuck.’
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You know what the ironic thing is, Len? Growing up I was always comparing myself to him, this fucking saint of a man – and I never, ever measured up. Whenever I was fucking something up, which was always, I was always like – ‘come on, Jen, what would Dad do here?’ You know, like ‘what would Jesus do?’