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No matter what I did, I could not escape the sign. There it stood, day in and day out, staring me in the face with its primary colors and simple block lettering. It might as well have been blinking neon – the election! The election! The election is coming, and you might lose! Well, not me. My dad.
I was six years old, my dad was running for mayor of my city, and the house across the street from my elementary school had a sign in the yard for my dad’s opponent.
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