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"Hello and welcome back to life of a hitman- nah im just kidding. I had to get a second recorder because I managed to run out of space on the first one!
"Yeah, i dont underastand how that happened...
"So Eliza was smart and managed to get me to go out on a date with John. No big deal. At least that's what I thought at the time.
"Then we went on more dates and things, well, changed
"But I'm an idiot. You know why? Because i can't kill John! I had one job and I keep messing up. And I swear every bird in New York has it out for me because I can't climb to rooftops without being attacked. Jerks.
"Here's the thing though. It's less that I can't kill him... It's more that I don't want to. But then theres another problem
"So basically, I could just give up, tell Washington I can't do my job. Easy. Done. Won't have to worry about John anymore, right?
"You could never be more wrong
"They'll just send someone else and John will be dead. But I care too much to let that happen
"Option numero dos. I quit. Sounds like a done deal as well right? There's a problem with that too
"So you know how in movies where someone is a secret agent or something but they can't quit because they know too much? Yeah, if I quit, I'd be killed
"First world problems, am I right?
"I did the most reasonable thing I could think of. Stall for as long as possible and try to keep our relationship a secret. Simple
"...
"Then the world's biggest asshole decided to remind me he exists
"Oh the fact that we work together and are still alive is a miracle. Seriously, it's one of life's greatest mysteries
"Hey John, if you're still listening to my trashy recording, I'm impressed. Even I get tired of my own voice sometimes
"Really though, if youre gonna go through the voice recordings that are recapping the stuff we already went through, get some snacks
"This honestly might take a while...
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Narrativa generale*cover art not mine* *swearing Hello My name is Alexander Hamilton and I'm a hitman. Someone who kills for money. And honestly I love the job! You tell me who you want dead, I'll kill them. You pay me afterwards. Simple as that. Of course you gotta...
