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"My answer remains the same, Thomas", his father's voice is a monotonous tone, almost indifferent and Tom breathes, feels his palms itch where his nails scratch the thin layer of skin, spits furiously, "Why not? It's just one weekend." Tom Riddle Sr. flashes a smile at him, all teeth and caustic like a jackal and Tom wonders how it'd feel to ram the pen into his main artery.