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I walk in through the back door that leads into the kitchen. When I get there, dad is right here waiting for me. Just sitting at the table, smoking his pipe and drinking his coffee. The huge scar across his face, from the last war, is still red and raised. The blades were made of silver. I should have known they would be. After all, it was him who gave me my instructions on what to do and how to do them. So I should have known that the first day would require a report.
"Well?" He taps his pipe into the ashtray in front of him, to clean out the old before packing it up again. That's all I get, no hello, no how was your day, nothing just well.
"Nothing much to say. I didn't get much information. It's only the first day." I shrug my shoulders and lie. Lying comes way too easy for
