Another lazy day by the pool. Last one. I didn't even manage to do all the things I did the other day. I discovered a fourth murdered baby unfortunately, but I am right on track to finding the culprit, and ended up in a sludgy koi pond in my amateur attempt. I visited my dad in a dementia home in a suburb of Tokyo and finally got him to admit, in as much detail as his mind could give (should I trust it?) that he isn't my real father. I was held up at the airport by a very suspicious Colonel who kept my passport and a snow globe that I had with the Vietnam Memorial wall in it. The latter mysteriously turned up in my room while I was out having a look around Saigon. I can read the code. And I acted as translator for my friend as he asked if he could marry my girlfriend. We also got massages. Which were dead odd because you had to take everything off. I was sure I heard that wrong and felt completely tense for the whole thing which somewhat defeated the purpose. That last one was real.
Who wore it better?
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