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But Dad’s ingenuity really shined at Halloween. Other kids dressed up like Scooby Doo, Darth Vader, and other really cool, store-bought costumes that, at first, I envied. But then, when we got slightly older and bigger, Dad starting dressing up in “authentic” costumes he got from work. Each year as I got dressed as a chef, a surgeon, or any of the myriad of institutional workers that would have their “uniforms” laundered by Southern Linen, I would swell with pride. I remember pointing to the chocolate milk stain over on my surgeon’s scrub and telling the other kids that it could be “real blood” from an actual operation because my costume was completely authentic.
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