What was it, thought Mack as he stared up at the weary, imposing portrait on the wall, that his father used to say? He stared at it for a few moments more, hoping to soak up the wisdom that his father seemed to exude and then remembered that his father never said a word. He communicated in grunts and disapproving glances.
"Good enough wisdom for me," said Mack.
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