I am at my mother's for the holiday. I will resurface eventually.
Cancel the homelessness alert. Ilse's children reminded me that they expect to be fed, so I threw myself on the hand grenade of my pride and came to completely unsatisfactory terms with the money persons. Ilse's children will eat well. And yeah, I just called them fat.
Have a great holiday, my chirrens.
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