It feels as if someone has dropped an anvil on my head, but I am awake now, for the time being anyway.
I found Hawk. We found a way around the filter. You aren't very clever if you didn't see through that one. It was a last act of desperation, and I thought a feeble one at that. But it doesn't matter. You failed, you miserable bastard. I hope you enjoy the knife in the leg. It's only a taste of what you deserve. Pity I couldn't have stabbed the other leg though-Maybe then you'd need a wheelchair.
Glad you’re alright. Your absence had me a little worried.
ReplyDeleteThank you Skan. I am working my way towards being alright again.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe it worked either. It was so obvious what we were up to. The random comments about songs and lyrics and the like? Seemed a little out of place to me. But I'll take it. Whatever works.
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