My Own Personal Grey

New Project Started

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I started a new project today based on an old project I can remember but not find the scraps and notes for. So far it’s weird in ways that make me happy and I did 1,531 words. I shall show you the following 69 of them:

They probably think he’s dead—he hopes they think he’s dead. He thought he was dead. But he’d thought that since he saw the two thugs on his tail. What’s Threcki got to be so pissed about, anyhow? It’s not like Ince killed anybody—or even stole anything. He just… borrowed the signal scrambler for a little while. He put it back! God’s death… There’s no pleasing some people.

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