"Something isn't getting said. I don't know what or where... But, I've got a hunch..."
Detective novels are cool. I've now got some time to read, so it's the aforementioned, TM'S, and finishing the collection of Dostoyevsky's short stories. Yay!
"The answers were deliberate. Careful. Chosen with just enough leeway that it wouldn't raise suspicion. Especially since there was no denial. She took aim before firing her words...."
In other news... no more missions. I spent last night thinking and had a virtual conversation with my Daddy. It was grand. I feel about a million times better than I have in years. Like a million pounds lifted off my chest. I'm still a little giddy. Go Team Pull apart the Rubik's cube and put it back together with superglue. I'm off to eat, lift, mail, and clean my kit. There's no more shooting, but still I find myself incredibly busy. Go Figure. Someday, I'll sleep. I promise. Until then...Be yourselves. No matter what that brings.
"Let's dance through the minefield we've laid. We'll take great care to neither confirm nor deny and no one will see our dancing."
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