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I take after my mum. Though I didn't know her very well. She left when I was about 3. No, not the maternal sort, her. Broke me dad's heart, though. He was a tiny little fella, my dad. I could pick him up at the age of 6 with one hand and put him up on the dresser. He laughed so hard at that. Very funny. And then he died just when I started school, so... So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were. But enough of me. What about you?