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[bootme]

Well, I rather suppose that, in retrospect, I shouldn't have even asked.

I mean, it's not as though I'm surprised, really...

...You all know that this is the best way to make sure you never get rid of me, right?

It's not really as though I care, you know. I don't need any of this.

Well, scene shift, page turn, move on, whatever.

Next?

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[fletchfinchley]

What happened? I was just about to take a nap, do you need me to come down there?

[bootme]

Hm. Apparently, the 'best course of action' here has led to me being informed that...how did they put it...'I am not welcome back following the Christmas break.'

[fletchfinchley]

You've got to be joking.

[bootme]

No.

Sweet Jesus, my father was there, do you know that?

They got my father up here.

[fletchfinchley]

Is he still here? How cross was he?

Will he make you go home?

[bootme]

Not anymore. He left.

He called me Terrence. Actually, he used all of my names. He remembered all of my names. Enough of a hint?

And I doubt he'll even try. I'm not even sure what's happening there. Never am.

[fletchfinchley]

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it for now. We'll go to my house and have Christmas and not think about it, all right?

He's your father. He'll forget soon enough.

[bootme]

My father forgets everything. That's rather the problem in the entire deal. I've got a large wish out that he forgets to tell my mother what's going on, because I shudder to think of what she's going to do here.

Oh, well. Next step, now.

And right.

[fletchfinchley]

I've already packed my trunk. Want me to do yours as well?

[bootme]

No, I think I'll do it. Might as well do my own walk of shame, God knows I feel like making some form of good impression.

Or whatever.

[fletchfinchley]

I'll come help, if you don't mind.

We can leave as soon as you're done.

Sod this place.

[bootme]

If you want to, then that's fine, I suppose.

And I think there's a real irony in the fact that I didn't just choose to not come back after this summer, but that's an entirely seperate issue. Still boils down to the fact that I've been here too bloody long, anyway.

[fletchfinchley]

I want to, so shut up already.

I'm glad you came back, even after everything...if you hadn't you might still be in Prague and well.

You know.

It'll be all right. I promise.

[bootme]

Right, then.

And I suppose I'm leaving under my own power, anyway. Or by my own choice, or what-have-you.

I can not wait to get the dust of this place off my shoes. I've waited too long, anyway.

[fletchfinchley]

Well, as my mother always says, "God has a plan."

I know that this means absolutely nothing to you, but she says it anyhow. So there it is.

Hurry up and finish packing for God's sake. If we get there after 8 dinner will be over and we'll have to beg the cook to give us leftovers.

[bootme]

Funnily enough, my mother says almost exactly the same thing, at times. I'm not entirely certain what that means.

And I'm moving.