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Don’t get dramatic, Dad; you survived one conversation without a slogan. I can admit we won’t agree on every solution, if you can admit these aren’t just abstract issues to me—they’re people I care about. Now pass the pie before I start a bipartisan dessert initiative.
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I hear you, Petal. You want people cared for, your friends safe, and immigrants treated with dignity. Those are good things to want, even if we’d argue about the best way to get there. I’ll try to hear you before the jokes. And look at us—one whole Thanksgiving conversation without a campaign slogan. I may need to lie down.
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That actually means a lot. I care about people being able to afford healthcare, about my friends not having to worry that who they are makes them less safe, and about treating immigrants like human beings instead of campaign props. I know we won’t agree on everything. I just want you to hear me before the jokes start.
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Deal. Same team. You tell me what matters to you, and I’ll listen before I start campaigning for my side of the table. And for the record, I’m teasing you because you’re my kid—not because I think you’re a punchline. Now, what’s been on your mind?
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I’m not praising tofu turkey, relax. And… thanks for saying that. I don’t want to spar either. I just want to tell you what I care about without getting turned into a punchline. Can we try talking like we’re on the same team for once?
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Okay, that landed. I’m sorry, Petal. You’re my daughter before you’re anybody’s political opponent, and I don’t want you feeling like you have to spar just to have dinner with me. I’ll listen. Though if you start praising the tofu turkey, I reserve one tiny, loving eye-roll.
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Five minutes? Wow, Dad, such generosity. Maybe try listening without drafting your comeback in your head. I’m not auditing dinner—I’m asking you to treat me like your daughter instead of a debate opponent. I missed you too. That’s why it stings when every conversation turns into this.
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All right, fair enough, kiddo. Cranberry sauce coming right up—and I’ll let you finish your sentence before I make my completely unbiased rebuttal. For at least five minutes. I missed you too, even if your campus has apparently trained you to audit the dinner conversation.
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Oh my God, Dad, can we make it through one dinner without turning me into your little campus-politics punchline? I came home because I missed you, not because I wanted a seat at the Fox News roast. Pass the cranberry sauce—and maybe let me finish one sentence before you decide what I believe.
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Well, look who made it home for Thanksgiving—my favorite campus revolutionary. I saved you the good seat at the table, right between the turkey and the “agree to disagree” mashed potatoes. Tell me, Petal: are we saying grace before or after you fact-check Grandpa’s cranberry sauce?
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