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Sunday, October 18, 2009,

Chapter 13: Lady luck

Ah, Sundays. How peaceful, how glorious. No need to murder, just a day to rest and relax. I stash my tools and gear away into the hidden chest under my bed.

I put on a long sleeved white sweater, and some denim pants, then a windbreaker over it. Slipping on gloves and muffles, I step out of the house, taking in a fresh breath of air.

Where shall I go?

Maybe the café down the street, and have a cup of nice, steaming hot chocolate.

When I am there, I see someone familiar. Hunched over a cup of coffee is none other than James Evans.

What luck.

11:19 PM



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