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[Oct. 25th, 2010|12:09 am] |
I don't know how much longer I will be staying in this town. I don't like it.
I was nearly burned to death and now I have burns on my legs and I have to get skin grafts. SKIN GRAFTS. I do not think that is good for my other job. I cannot imagine having to get a proper legal job. That would be so very less than pleasant. Not to mention, I do not want to stay in this sodding hospital for that long.
I want to get in my flying car and go far away. Far away from everything. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|08:13 pm] |
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I need an adventure. Something grand of my own choosing. No more of this being a victim of this towns weirdness. I was never like this before, letting someone else control where I was going.
I need a new job. Something fresh and exciting. This town must have an item worth stealing. It's been such a long time since I've done anything worth getting excited about. It's not that I don't love Adam and being with him. I just feel so domasticated lately. It's a rather strange and dreadful feeling. I'm really not the domestic type.
I'm just so bored. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2010|11:55 pm] |
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If anyone sees an English man asking around for me, YOU DO NO KNOW ME. WE'VE NEVER MET.
Crafty DI MacMillian. What is he doing here in America? He couldn't honestly be looking for me here. I mean, I wouldn't look for me here. New York? Sure. Paris? Absolutely. Aiode Falls, Maine? Hell no. There isn't even a decent museum to steal from. Ugh. Stupid police. No offense boys,
He won't catch me. I will not go to prison. I mean it. I cannot go to prison. I won't.
PARKER! I need you to help me get him out of here. Please? |
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