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[forgotten_son]

*sits in his room and looks frantically through history books, trying to find even one mention of his name*

Damn. *sets the most recent book on the growing pile* Sixty four books and not one had my name in it.

*wonders if his father somehow altered records to deny his existance*

*sulks*

*notices that the sound of knives hitting the door has

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[ar_feiniel]

*calls round to see her Ada*

[ar_feiniel]

*surprised*

No. Although when he grew up a bit into Ryan Phillipe I sort of slapped him. :s

[forgotten_son]

*respect ome* Wow. And he didn't kill you?

[ar_feiniel]

He nearly broke my wrist.

[forgotten_son]

You're his favorite too... I should move to another continent, shouldn't I?

[ar_feiniel]

Might be wise. Or go find somewhere to stay that's not his house.

[forgotten_son]

*flees*