"Enjoying my retirement, my boy," he tells him, slinging an arm around his shoulders to walk back up towards the house. "They told me that I couldn't fucking do it. That I'd get - oh, whatever they said. Bored. I'd want to cause trouble! But fuck 'em. I've had a great time."
He turns a little more sober. "My daughter texted me this morning. She starts classes in a week. A week! She's fucking brilliant."
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Re: for Pagan
Date: 2026-01-14 03:36 am (UTC)He turns a little more sober. "My daughter texted me this morning. She starts classes in a week. A week! She's fucking brilliant."