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[showyourguns]

So if you did this last time (or at some point) and I forgot to get to you, because I have...no attention span, please feel free to use the same lyrics as last time. I will get to them all this round I PROMISE although it ...may take me a while.

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...some...verse of some kind.

[showyourguns]

The man you're working for isn't actually the man you talk to; it's this obscenely normal looking guy, bushy crew cut, horn-rimmed glasses, just somebody boring. He talks to you like there's a lot at stake, and somehow you don't think he's one of those schmucks who think the whole world is their cause, somehow you get the feeling he's doing this for someone he can touch. (Like somebody's father; you think about what yours told you and think maybe he'd approve of this.)

He laughs a little when you tell him your name, and you do too, you both know it's not real. (Or maybe it is, maybe it was, it's a name so generic someone somewhere must have had it. Lots of someones.) Anyway you laugh at your name and he gets you coffee and then it's down to business. He doesn't need to tell you things have to be kept quiet, that they should be discreet, you saw the shooting on TV, and while you know could hear the secrets in the sharp gasp, the way the whole room seemed to hold its breath when the body hit the floor, you don't quite know what they are and you're satisfied that you don't want to know.

"Now," he says, "this is very important." He gets like he might grab you, like he's hurt someone before to make them listen, and you're almost ready for that but he stops, stands back. "I need to be very certain that you're listening to me. Don't let her touch you. She's a very dangerous woman, and she's outlived her usefulness."

The way you look is enough to satisfy, apparently, he steps back and chuckles and you head on your way.

And later somewhere a politician watches the news with his brother.