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Boredom...

That's what he felt while just staring directly at his wooded ceiling, he didn't have anything to do.

Chores, listening to SK's music, called all his nieces and nephews, visited Mindano and Martial, did difficult math problems-which he answered with ease-, heck even tried to relearn spanish.

He did all that to just avoid boredom.

Now, what else can he really do now just to get rid of the boredom?

Until he got a velvet red letter from the Annual Country Assembly...