At 12:57pm, I saw yet another spook get out of his white-colored, long-bed truck. Instead of being parked off the street, the vehicle was parked on the south section of a parking lot, located across from the front building to this “temp job from hell”. As I approached from the east and towards the west, the white guy quickly came out from the “passenger” side of the car and opened the white-covered trunk.
And after rounding the corner to another street, I looked behind my right shoulder and saw that the trunk was closed and the guy was nowhere in sight. And just when I thought to have a nice lunch at home, I come back to work and see more agents making their presence known to moi. It doesn’t bother me if I’m THAT popular without truly knowing why. What bothers me is that I’m not nearly close enough to knowing the truth.
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