My Father My Mate
I asked, still laughing.
He looked down at his outfit, an expression of mock offense crossing his face. “Hey, now, I happen to like this robe,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yours is over there, you will have to put it on too,” he added, a hint of mischief in his voice.
I stopped laughing, my smile disappearing as I realized I will also have to put it on.
I slowly picked up the robe, turning it over in my hands. It was made of the scratchiest fabric I had ever felt, and the colors were even worse up close.
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