the sad part is im writing this while stitching myself up in my
living room, lighting is low and the weather is crappy alot the times i feel like i hear someone try to break in then i look at myself
and then i look at the door, and the walls around us 1 window… im in between door and window there is no one
the paranoia from my last trip to russia has got me a little shook

miranda
i left her there with no means of getting back to the states
for at least a month i have to go back
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i wish the circumstances were different in our line of work but
what can you do.