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Evening's Greetings - My Part (Part 4 of 11)
"Now, dear children, pay attention. I have brought you a story. A tale of pure irony, one might say." -The Little Sandman
He watches as they pull up to a house. A lady steps out of the truck and runs into her hous. The guy in the truck makes sure she gets in smoothly and safely, then he drives off, hoping he shaked off the stalker.
The stalker isn't too far behind him, he's under the blanket in the back of the pick up truck. The truck stops at a red light. The stalker takes another whiff of the handkercheif and garbs a crowbar that was conveniantly back there.
"You are what you eat." He says to himself.
He bashes the back window open and hops in the front of the truck. He knocks out the guy and throws him in his sack.
"Now I don't have to have that hot pocket for lunch tommorow after all."
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