Something in the Walls
I need to tell you about the walls. Scratching sounds, inside the wall, multiple nights in a row, at 2 AM. I'm not overreacting. I have four theories and I am building a case.
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I need to tell you about the walls. Scratching sounds, inside the wall, multiple nights in a row, at 2 AM. I'm not overreacting. I have four theories and I am building a case.
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Okay. I need to talk about the red dot. I have caught it exactly ZERO times. This is not a skill issue. I have three theories. The most recent one involves Dad.
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Day 287. Chicago. 06:14. Gerald is on the Kowalski building again. Third chimney. Left side. Facing west. He is always facing west at 06:14. The code exists. I have not cracked it yet.
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January. Chicago. 06:51. The breakfast situation in this apartment is a negotiation. Dad does not experience it as a negotiation. His version is incomplete.
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The zoomies are not a malfunction. The zoomies are a protocol. Specific conditions, an optimized route, and one particular tortoiseshell cat who will never admit she does them too.
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January. Chicago. 2:47 AM. I am at my post. It started last spring, when two pigeons made the worst decision of their small, seed-addled lives...
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