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Sleep would have been a much greater gift as opposed to waking up to a cat sleeping on my face...
So, sixteen years old.... I think some form of celebration is in order. I know my father would have invited half the city to celebrate if I was back in Babylon.
Oh, Letters....
(Private/Hackable)
One is from my father, congratulating me. he doesn't mention anything about my leaving... Maybe he's finally begun to accept that I needed to do this.
That, or he does not simply wish to sour my day.
Well, no point in sitting around. Got stuff to do.