I only found out that he wasn't my dad when I discovered the pile of human skins hidden in a box at the back of his shed. I recognised the tattoo my dad got when his best friend passed away - a tattoo that he was so proud if getting but refused to show anyone now.
It made me wonder if the thing pretending to be my dad wasn't able to mimic people that closely, had missed the finer details and somehow still managed to trick us all for several months now.
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