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posted at 4 PM]
Right. I get the impression that the government folks don't generally keep people after the paperwork is done, but I'm a special boy who made them scratch their heads.
They didn't tell me why, something about me being a minor and needing to have a conversation with my guardian. Sure.
Edwin, you're my guardian, and they dropped me off at this posh building, gave me a flat number, a key, and more money than I've had to my name ever and told me to be good and wait.
You have ten more minutes until I'm not longer a good boy.