dialogue; daddies anonymous.

[singlemalts]

I'm Michel.

By ways of introduction, I guess I should say that my son has cut all contact with me. I haven't spoken to him in ten years, I believe.

Well, it's not a matter of belief, of course. I count the days, every day.

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[dividedbyone]

After ten years?

No. Yes. I wouldn't have.

[singlemalts]

Maybe only for Christmas, then.

[ It's a joke, mostly. He isn't sure what he's going to do, stop or not.

Continue or not. ]

[dividedbyone]

We want them free but not from us.

Ironic.

[singlemalts]

What do we even know of freedom?

Isn't that why we're here? We can't offer them something we never had ourselves.

[dividedbyone]

Always with the excuses. If nothing else, we must know about captivity and how to keep it to ourselves.

Don't call him.

[singlemalts]

Ten years of trying. Ten years of trying and failing, coming to an end.

[dividedbyone]

Mm. There is relief in that.

[singlemalts]

Like there is in all the best ends.