My Dad lives in Ohio, a short ways from my childhood home. He has crippling Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Somewhere over the past decade it became cool to say you have OCD. His OCD is not cool. All of his shirts are the same brand, same size, and same color — organized by softness. He has 50 of the exact same grey towel in his linen closet. His h…
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