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Mr. Cavuto,
Marc Rudov is so sadly the near-clone of the man I didn't wish a "Happy Birthday" yesterday, the man who I am estranged from, the man who has made me completely trust few- if any- men. That man is my dad, the dad who makes me relate well to Marc Rudov's kids, and the man whose brother and nephew that I'm not wishing "Happy Birthday"s either. In fact, I haven't talked to anyone, let alone any man, on my dad's side of the family in a long time.
Nicole C.
via AOL
I almost even wrote something like, "I bet my dad's not even watching this; but if he is, shame on..." and almost finished with, "you, Dad"; "men like Marc Rudov and my dad", or my dad's full name.
