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<center><div class="head">ADAM GAGE MICHAELSON</div>
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<div class="contact">MR.M • amichaelson@gmail.com • (419) 536-8542</div>
<div class="bod"><div class="song">It kills me as I lay awake at night<br>
Remembering the last kiss that we shared doesn't feel right<br>
Is it impossible for me to win this fight? <br>
Keep you a little longer in my life</div>
<div class="explanation">I happened to hear this song thanks to my daughter, Lizbeth, while she was on one of her depressed streaks. She was singing about her ex (whom I loathe for causing my daughter pain), and the song struck a chord for me as well. It reminded me of my now ex-wife Anna whom I still love very much. She was my life, and she left me for some mini-mall owner or something. I honestly wanted to keep her around longer to perhaps try and revive our relationship from the afterlife it had gone to, but it hadn’t worked and it just drove her farther away from my self and our two children. Excuse me while I go to what my daughter loves to call my ‘corner of depression and other idiocy’…</div>
<div class="freeform"><i>“Adam, I don’t see why we need to adopt again.”<p>
“Anna, don’t you want little Lizzie to have a baby brother or sister? Don’t you want to raise-”<p>
“What’s this about a baby sister? NO WAY! I WANT A BABY BROTHER!”<p>
Adam laughed as his daughter started to rattle on about the cons of having a younger sister. She’d end up hogging the bathroom, Adam would have to go through the puberty thing twice, and they’d have to buy double the shotgun shells… Adam did not know where his little eleven year old daughter got all of that from, but it was hilarious.<p>
“Alright Lizbeth, just remember you’re the one who wanted a baby brother.” He said as they turned into the orphanage parking lot. He watched as Liz got out -carrying her ukulele- and went into the orphanage squealing in delight not five minutes after. The parents of this bundle of rabid hyperness followed and soon discovered that little Lizbeth had picked up an adorable baby that someone had left in a playpen. The little boy could be easily mistaken for her own flesh and blood brother, especially how they had instantly connected. </i><p>
“JOSHUA ADAM MICHAELSON! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY LEFT SHOE?” Adam sighed as he listened to his daughter stomp after her baby brother on the floor above. Adam him self was grading tests at the dining room table when suddenly his five year old son came running in before ducking under the table, followed closely by Adam’s seventeen year old daughter. He felt Joshua fasten him self to his leg and knew it was just going to be like the last time Liz went out on a date. Expecting all of this, he just went back to grading his students’ papers. “Give me my shoe or no macaroni for a month!”<p>
“I don’t want you to go! Daddy, don’t let Lizzie go!” Josh cried from under the table. Adam felt Liz start trying to wretch the small boy away for a moment before sighing in defeat and letting go. She went on to mumble something about becoming an old cat lady. Adam leaned over and saw Liz lying on her side, limp. She saw her father looking at her and swung her arm over her face, hiding it from her father’s prying eyes. <p>
“Lizbeth, you asked for a little brother…” Adam reasoned, which caused Liz to groan and shift onto her stomach. Her brother detached from Adam and went to poke her in the leg with the toe of her left shoe, which he had been denying Liz. Adam was so used to all of this, ever since she began dating at fifteen while Joshua was two years old. <p>
“You didn’t have to-” Suddenly the door bell rang, interrupting Liz. She grabbed her shoe and got out from underneath the dining table. “He’s early! What do I do? I’m not ready yet!” She rushed back upstairs with her little brother not far behind. Adam, being the nice father that he was, went to go answer the door. Opening he found the girl scout from next door selling cookies. He bought a box of thin mints and just after he settled down to finish grading tests, the door bell rang again. Adam waited for a moment and after hearing nothing from upstairs he got up -again- and answered the door. There stood the ‘seventeen and a half’ year old Dean Montgomery. Obviously he was going to take Lizbeth out to somewhere fancy, seeing how he was dressed up. Then again he was the son of Cleveland’s best defense attorney. <p>
“Hello Mr. Michaelson. Is Lizbeth ready?” <p>
“No, I’m afraid not.” A devilish thought entered Adam’s mind and he put on a sympathetic face. “Actually she’s a bit ill, stomach flu perhaps. She can’t make it. I’m sorry.” And with that he closed the door in Dean’s face. A smirk fell upon his face which was quickly wiped away when he turned and saw Liz peaking down at him. <p>
“Was that him?” She whispered loudly. <p>
“No sweetie, just the girl scout from next door.”
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