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Contented with my hairy lifeThe pride travels. I think that's the proper term. My father is still the alpha male, and he's just defeated the latest in a long series of challengers. I asked him once, as we were munching on some fresh fruit. "Dad?" I asked him. "Why am I different?"He looked at me from his great height. "Son," he answered, "I don't know. You are your mother's son and mine. None of this Tarzan bullshit. There's no reason for you to act like this. You're a gorilla, born and bred." "But Dad, I'm not. Not like you." "I know, son. I wish you were more like the rest of us too, but you're not. We all know it." He was right, too. I had been since the beginning.
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