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“Chrisser… Far. Kan du ikke gå lidt langsommere?” Han så ned på hende igen, hun småløb for at følge med ham. Han stoppede op. “Jo. Hvad med at vi laver et kompromis? Så går jeg lidt langsommere og du går lidt hurtigere?” Hun så tænksomt op på ham. Så nikkede hun. Og han tænkte at allerede nu, var han en bedre far, end hans egen far havde været. Hans far indgik hverken kompromiser eller holdt i hånden. Oplivet af den tanke rankede han ryggen og styrede dem i retning af supermarkedet. Han bemærkede ikke, at hun igen måtte småløbe for at holde trit med ham.”

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