Wednesday, March 28, 2012



“What Luna.”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m busy.”

“It’s important.”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“There’s a new guy around and he’s creeping me out, sir.”

“What do you mean, creeping you out.”

“The first time I saw him, I was at the store and he was staring at me, through the window.”

“Where the fuck were your guards?”

“They were there, but he just stared.”

“They should have moved him on.”

“Sir, I think he was at the party last night.”

“Are you serious? What the fuck, Luna! Why didn’t you say something?”

“I wasn’t sure it was him, but now… I’m pretty sure it was.”


“Because there are footprints outside my window.”

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