On the first day of terror, my stalker gave
- On the first day of terror, my stalker gave to me my ID picture weirdly sticky. On the second day of terror, my stalker gave to me
- A pepperoni pizza from Dante's (picked up at Hell, at 3208 W. Armitage), which I reluctantly ate. I didn't get sick! On my third day of terror, my stalker gave to me
- an invitation to my dramatic death at his place. What
- kind of fool did he take me for? At the urging of my dead granny, I agreed to the occasion of my planned demise, and went accompanied by Detective Manatee. My would-be killer
- abandoned his plan of bludgeoning me to death. Tho' a skilled pugilist, he was out of his depths against my 1000 lb. bodyguard. But Det. Manatee was no safeguard from poisoning, or
- from being poised to become a safe guard, for that matter. Many sneered at such a low line of work, but I felt it as a source of pride. Det. Manatee never seemed to complain about
- anything, a very good man he was. He never stepped a toe out of line, nobody liked him at all. Except for one person, and he would never forget the one person in his life who
- always forgot him no matter how many times they had met and they had been sharing an office for 6 years. He had to reintroduce himself to him every new encounter throughout the day
- which didn't bother him, as long as he could steal his officemate's supplies and take credit for everything he did. So he got a raise and his amnesiac officemate got fired. This
- wasn't the first time he stayed awake at night, repressing nauseous waves of guilt. But the reams upon reams of multicoloured A4 paper in his kitchen cooled his nerves the next day
- Started
- 2016-05-28 07:20:09
- Finished
- 2017-10-04 10:53:47
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Woab Oct 05 2017 @ 12:54
as he sold them for a tidy profit on eBay. The end.