At the store, I had wandered off by myself, leaving H and G to browse at their leisure. Then the boy decided I was to be summoned. But how? "Daddy" is much too vague and casual for such a classy place.
So, I hear some kid yelling out "J!" at the top of his lungs, and it takes me a moment to realize, hey! that's me.
And it's pretty much been me ever since, despite the gentle 'Call me daddy' reminders.
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