He wasn't done cleaning out my sister's bedroom. Got back home about an hour ago and I peeped inside. He may or may not be done, but he still moved around many of my things that I left in there. Some I still have -- bags, headphones, a hat that I kept in a box but he took out because I don't fucking know why.
But there's a camera, a really old camera but it still works and it's still in a very good, tight case, that I can't find. I swear I left it in my sis's room, and I hoped it would have been OK, but I looked everywhere, and I can't find it.
I actually took my parents' car keys and looked through their minivan outside, in the blowing cold and snow, but I couldn't find it in there. My Fucking Father noticed that the front door was open and yelled out to me while I was out going through his car.
His easygoing attitude is the last thing that makes me think that he didn't take a special trip to throw it away, which was my initial, paranoid, pissed-off belief. He must've put it somewhere I haven't seen. Because it would be really, really stupid to just throw away a camera, even if it's old, when he left behind other, less "useful" items.
Then again, I don't know if he did, so he could have thrown it away, that duplicitous dumbass.
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