Monday, November 26, 2012

taste of my own medicine?

Someone started banging on my door a little while ago and I didn’t want to take any chances so I got out my knife. Didn’t answer the door, just asked who the hell it was and didn’t get an answer. I was about to go back to bed when I hear Harry’s voice right outside, saying that it was urgent and that he needed to come in.

Thing is I make damn well sure that Harry and the others don’t know where I live. If I ever got fired there’d be less chance for them to find me you know? So unless Harry’s been spying on me which is kind of possible, someone else is using him to try and get to me.

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