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Ah, parenting!

Julia is at her most feminine as she hoists the The Lad and myself to Collins Hall to raise the youth there.  Of course, after seeing the way he nimbly destroyed a laboratory of industrial-grade equipment made of metallic amalgams and space-age genius, it is only logical to let him have the run of my curated museum of priceless and frighteningly fragile antiques.  If Constable Patterson’s treatment of the wicker is any indication, the future does not bode well.

I will need to kill him soon.  Luckily, The Lad does not qualify as human.  If, as Mr. Burke Devlin’s mug indicated, “Life Begins at 40,” I believe that terminating his life now will put me in no moral threat.

Avanti!

BC

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