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But, alas, I had it clean

For today, at least

Noas tio home

Which I did not five et another threatening letter fro

Which I never did

Ever

I was a freak about locks

I had six of them on my door at home, as well as a reinforced door, a security chain, and a half-assed security systeht off of Amazon

So yes, I understood all too well the i doors

So I’d found out the hard way

Meaning I didn’t screhen it cao into where there were so many freakin’ places to hide

After locking up, I made my way home, thankful that the day’s traffic was over with Mostly

The interstate was always busy, but it was nothing like the five o’clock rush hour

Today, as I drove by Taco Bell and decided to get myself a burrito that I ate in the car on the way home, I was told myself that tomorroould start my diet

To to do for the last half a year

But would it even matter if I did?

It was highly unlikely that I would find anyone

Not unless I couldhouse, or at the houses where I painted my murals

Speaking of murals, my best friend and brother from another mother, Shane, chose that moment to call

“Hello?” I answered, pulling into my driveway

“Why, oh why, do I not kno to paint yet?” he asked me

I laughed

“Because you like to ith ly “And you don’t paint well”

“You like to sculpt with metal, but you can paint, too,” he countered

“That’s true,” I said, getting out of rab the trash from my devoured burrito out of the cup holder

I sighed and started up the front path that led to

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked him

“Working at the bar,” he said almost distractedly “Hey, can I call you back? I think someone’s here”

He hung up before I could reply, and I sighed, droppingthe handles back over my shoulder

I had no life