My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

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My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

- Albert Finney

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