DAMN HIM. What was he thinking? Showing that...that...play! Damn it he knows! I've been caught! He knows that I killed his father. The pantomime was about an old king taking a nap in a garden, and then an assasin killing him with poision. In the ear. Who else does that but me? And then the queen weeped for two seconds, and then married the assasin.
This is the last straw. I gave him a chance to change but I guess he didn't. I'm shipping him off to England before he tries to reveal what I did, or worse, kill me. Im sending Polonius to hide in the Queen's room to see what happens between her and Hamlet. I'll get back to you blog.
Deuces
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