Day 13 : I took Woody to visit his parents today. We go every Sunday. It was the first visit since the accident. They live in a very nice Sanctuary just outside the city limits. As always, his father was very formal, cold and unaffectionate. It was quite obvious that Woody didn't want to ruffle any feathers. Woody's mother chirped about totally irrelevent events which monopolized the entire visit. Woody was relieved when it was time to leave. It was obvious he was still hung over from another night of flirting and partying at the bar. He's also been texting alot. I hope he's not contacting those chicks from the bar?
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