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Jonas, in ten minutes, destroyed my paint job in the downstairs living area that i have worked on for two weeks. He smeared white paint on the carpet, walls, and wains cotting. I give. Uncle! Olie, olie, oxenfree!

I went upstairs and ate about six cookies, cried a little bit, and then preceeded to paint over the damaged goods, remembering this time to threaten the children within an inch of thier lives if they even thought about walking down those steps. (Not really, but you get the picture.)

Then over dinner Jack told me i was “beeeeyooooteeefuuul.” Ahhhh, it made my night. Flattery will get you everywhere my boy.

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