08:13 pm - Complaining, version 001 So the Village Idiot (see re:my father) finally has decided to get rid of me (at least for break). Good riddance to bad rubbish and all that, I guess. He's trying to close a hole in his defense by moving a pawn. He's too damn transparent.
I've packed my chess board and some clothes. I won't need anything else. As long as everyone on the plane leaves me alone (and, more importantly, doesn't mention the Village Idiot) everything will be fine.
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