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Charlie met Isaac at the door. “You’re finally home from work,” he said. “Do you have a pencil sharpener?” Isaac gave him a hug. “It’s good to see you.” Charlie scowled. “Dad. You didn’t answer my question. “I do have a pencil sharpener.” Isaac took off his coat and