Frank Underwood: Truth be told, I never really knew my father, or what his dreams were. He was quiet, timid, almost invisible. My mother didn't think much of him, my mother's mother hated him. The man never scratched the surface of life. Maybe it's best he died so young, he wasn't doing much but taking up space. But that doesn't make for a very powerful eulogy, now does it?Friso94
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