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I don’t know what it is about Henry’s dad. He just . . . he just does something for me. I think it was the baseball games growing up. He’d always wear this tank top, hat, and sunglasses combo that practically had me hard on the bench when I’d catch a glimpse of him in the bleachers. He’s only gotten better with age. I haven't seen him since last summer, when I went off to college. But now I’m visiting home again, and visiting my best buddy, Henry. I arrive at his house but his dad answers the door. Mr. Collins, the man of the house, is the only one home. He invites me in, we ...