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My therapist on webcam: has the great hunt taken place?
Me: alas-
My son Thorne walking in: father, I grow restless for the hunt
I raise my hand wardingly: soon, boy. Leave me my rituals
Therapist: Hey. She’d be proud of you both. Ok?
The empathetic assassin: I… am sorry
Me from the kings bathroom using the bidet for the first time: Eek! Hehehe
The assassin moves towards the bathroom
Weary king: No! I’m the one you want. Leave him… his innocence
My laughter echoes as a king dies