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For Father’s Day, my (78 year-old) mom and I watched the first half hour of The Shining, while yelling to Shelly Duvall, “JUST KILL THE FUCKER NOW, C’MON,” and eating ice cream sandwiches because my stepfather didn’t like them and they cost a dime more than a plain, cheap-ass ice cream cone, so nobody could have them,…