Wednesday, August 6 - Continued... tinued should be a word The door opens and Daniel walks in, carrying a tray of breakfast... I sit up in my bed... he places the tray by my bedside. He turns to leave but I ask him "who's the old man on the other side of the city?"He stopps suddenly, before slowly turning around. "How do you know about him?" he asks drily "I met him. i got sorta lost yesterday and I stumbled into his room. He gave me a piece of paper and told me to solve it if I wanted to get home" "He spoke to you?" "Yeah" "He hasn't spoken to anyone for years. He just sits in his room reading" Daniel paused for a moment "He really spoke to you?" "Yeah. He gave me this" I pick up the paper from the floor where it had fallen when I slept. I hand it over. |
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