turn
around and see the plant still shaking,
standing a little more to the right. That's it!
I've had enough! I'm not scared, I'm
furious! How dare he? A pen! A pen! And
I write:
"You dirty sneak! You don't belong here! Get out of my house
or else..."
There. That's a relief. Let him move
this. That'll teach him. Now I just
need to find one of those dark corners I never look, but
where he'll certainly find it. On the cupboard.
Or behind it. All the way at the back. Is
that possible? Wait, there's something
there. A dusty piece of paper.
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