Stomp by some woods like angry feminist type girl, annoyed with TV societal norms of past and because they too much carryover into present. Turn on an old box. Opportunity to roll the eyes, think Oh hail the heroes, sorry, again. Kids are seeing fathers (and mothers! right?) travel overseas. Deployment, return, tears start rolling down wine-heated cheeks. Curiosity replaces the old fuming feeling. How does she breathe? Why does she cry?
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