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IBE The Days Of WanderingBarranquilla
“Hello, I’m Johnny’s dad,” my dad said extending a hand, “Mike Harris.” “Kelly Mahoney,” Kelly replied, ignoring the hand and giving him a hug, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, after all these years.” My dad looked a little decrepit but still had a full head of white hair on his wrinkled head. His stoop was noticeable, and he looked a little tired, but managed to maintain his decently intelligent disposition even in his dotage. He was wearing a mixture of a smile and a bit of surprise....