Gone

"My name is not important right now. I don't get much time here, so listen fast and pay attention. I'm lost, and trapped, and injured.

I need your help.

I don't know where to call you to, because I'm utterly lost with no clues other than the undistinguishable trees and shrubs around me.

I don't know if you'll even try to find me. You're most probably working under Dave or Sal or that mysterious man who's after both and far more dangerous. I guess it's kinda good that I can't disclose my location then, except that it doesn't feel good to not know where I am.

I don't know if you will want to buck me down further now that you know that I'm already injured and beneath you in physical and mental state or try and help me up. For all I know, you could just be another Sal!

Before you start cooking up plans, though, let me tell you this...

I do know that I'm not scared to be gone again."

~Anonymous.

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"To break the norms of routine is not an easy thing to do."

~ Anonymous, again.

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