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[This, ladies and gentlemen, is Adrian Monk's final post. It'll be up for a while, so tag at your leisure!]
It was early Summer when Monk found himself taking refuge here in the bar after a long, long absence.
It was Winter, he remembers, when he found this place - well, the first time he found it.
It's Winter again.
He's seated at a table very close to his door, which he is currently staring very intently at.
He doesn't want to go back. Not because going back will mean he'll be a fugitive again, not because going back will mean everyone'll think he's dead - he doesn't want to go back because he's got the feeling that he won't be able to get back here, if he goes back home.
Monk's feelings are rarely ever wrong.
[tinytag; Natalie Teeger]
It was early Summer when Monk found himself taking refuge here in the bar after a long, long absence.
It was Winter, he remembers, when he found this place - well, the first time he found it.
It's Winter again.
He's seated at a table very close to his door, which he is currently staring very intently at.
He doesn't want to go back. Not because going back will mean he'll be a fugitive again, not because going back will mean everyone'll think he's dead - he doesn't want to go back because he's got the feeling that he won't be able to get back here, if he goes back home.
Monk's feelings are rarely ever wrong.
[tinytag; Natalie Teeger]