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[blindingglory]

Hmph. Well, Father assured me he is keeping the roads in mind for when the snow does melt and turn into blasted mud, but he told me that he had more important matters to attend to just now and asked if I wouldn't please let him be. Being the dutiful son, of course, I did so, but that doesn't chance that I don't believe he's placing enough priority upon the streets of the city. I ruined a pair of my finest boots last year treading back and forth through the puddles, and I certainly hope the same will not be true this year.

He always seems to forget that I do know what I'm talking about with all of this. But once he's done with whatever trifling matter has caught his ear for the moment, I'll be here to remind him of other things.