On my 49th birthday, when my oldest son was a teenager and at peak hostility towards me, he surprised me with a gift, a book. I told him I didn’t believe he’d purchased it and that I would never read commercial fiction. Gift recipient behavior doesn’t get much worse than “I don’t believe you bought that and it’s a terrible gift anyhow.” It seemed prepos…
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