Dionysus For the record, your oldest son is 15, & he's Damon's assistant. Your second oldest, a girl, is your wife's cabin girl. Next are your twins, 11 years each, who are the trickster little fuckers you wish you could be. And then there's your youngest two, Marla & Dot, 7 & 4, who are not yet old enough quite for service.

Dionysus You have their portraits on small cards in your things.

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Arlie_B [19:12] <Arlie_B> heart in his throat sad.

Arlie_B [19:27] <Arlie_B> sad, understanding,

Arlie_B [19:31] <Arlie_B> sad, frustration

Arlie_B [19:34] <Arlie_B> sadness, anger.

Arlie_B [19:41] <Arlie_B> Arlie feels like he's sending his kids to a meat packing plant despite how much he loves them.

Arlie_B [19:43] <Arlie_B> distaste is back as well, it lessens when you guys enter.

• Arlie_B goes back to his room, finds the pictures, and probably starts crying in earnest.

Dionysus Your eldest, Jacob, is pictured with mock armor on, age 12, a fewyears ago.

Dionysus Your daughter, Leah, is in pirate garb, age 7.

Dionysus The twins are, against all odds, in their Sunday best, dressed for a formal occassion, aged 6.

Dionysus Marla is a baby, & Dot is too, in theirs.

Arlie_B He cries for hours if undisturbed, we'll deal with what happens next when it happens.

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Arlie_B After a couple of hours, Arlie will start writing down what he can remember, the happy moments.

Arlie_B he buries the pictures