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Post by Veigar on Aug 3, 2013 16:56:20 GMT -5
Day, who knows... All I know is I am still alive. A women trusted me and helped me to a hidden place where I can go to if I need. We talked for awhile and I managed to convince her, slightly, to allow me to work with her. She made me use my skill. I did manage to get the job done. I still await to hear from her again. I just hope I have not been used.
Day, after yesterday. Still awaiting to hear from this women. When I meet her again I will ask her name or nickname. I am expecting to get a response of "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." but whats life if you do not try. Oh wait. We don't have a life. Not after the combine invaded. I still can't believe with all the supposed "Weapons of mass destruction" we only lasted seven hours. Seven hours! Now look at us, screwed like the sheep were in Whales, slaves. I might try a find some more 'work' to do. I do not, however, trust any one so it will be hard but 'work' is 'work', if you can even call it that these days.
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