Today I realized that I want a dad who swears a lot, belch loudly, pick his nose, fart uncontrollably... and I will still love him like my giant duck stuffed toy because of all that and the fact that he will stand up to any guy who messes with me, hug me during bad days, and treat me like his little girl forever (now I sound like a wound-up tween).
But then again, I don't always get what I want.
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