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Staring at the Web site, Bill sighed. It was suppose to be the happiest place on earth. The cursor hovered over the purchase button. Bill sighed again and clicked the red x to close the browser window. What was he going to do this time? He promised his daughter they would go last year, but then that's when they had to move to this new job. They didn't give him much time and there was so much packing and unpacking. Terribly hectic time, no good for travel. The year before that, well, he'd been laid off and money was tight, so they didn't go. She seemed happy enough at the local amusement park with a cheap, stuffed bear and candy. This year she--after watching the God damn promotional video...Bill pounded his fists on the keyboard. He turned his hands around to look at the red imprint mocking him, "Yeah, you'll definitely win Father of the Year," it sneered. Next year then, as he looked at her watching the video again, leaning on Minnie as if it were a pseudo mother. She loved every damn thing in those videos, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that that was the closest she'd ever get.

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