A Lack of Support

Yesterday's corner time: 8 Minutes.

My law studies are coming along nicely.

I hadn't quite forgiven my Dad for painting jail bars on my face, therefore, I snuck into his office and unscrewed the nut fastening the back support on his office chair.

I laughed uncontrollably as my Dad somersaulted backwards, almost managing a double twist with pike before crashing into the filing cabinet. Now, that's what I call a nine for style.

Unfortunately, I was still holding the nut in my hand, so was caught red-handed. I should have planted it on Becca.

I still can't reach the "Art of War" on the book shelf and I need it more than ever.

Matthew.

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