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Let me speak of myself to you. My childhood was an odd one, barring my parents. And these parents of mine made it no better. My father was one of great intellect, however, he had the type of mind which the genius lament and the insane can only hope for. He often made outrageous claims like he had invented the post-it note or that all walnuts are lazy. As for my mother, we don't speak of her anymore.