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- Child: [narrating] My father was a performer. A magician or a conjurer. He would make things disappear and appear again. He did this is a funny way. His goal was to be good at being not very good. A lot of people, I think, were just confused by him. My mother felt that I was too young to see his act. I don't know if this was true or not. I know that she no longer watched it at all. I don't know how many people actually did.