WHY AM I STILL DOING THIS
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"Hari!" The name burst from my mouth like a desperate nicotine cough. -- WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN
THERE ARE THREE DAYS LEFT
eta: Okay, so, I've reached the point where everything pretty much turns into a Benny Hill farce because I don't have control over the characters anymore and I'm like, GO, just GO, do whatever the FUCK you want.
Light glinted off the steel of Samson's gun and I dived to the pavement, the slug gouging a hole in the brick where my head had just been. With my face at ground level, and Samson starting to climb out of the trap door, I now found myself nearly eye to eye with him, which is probably the most unpleasant thing that I could ever wish on a fellow human being. And not only is being eye to eye with Samson unpleasant, but staring down the barrel of his gun is no picnic in the park either.
NAMELESS FACELESS LOVEABLE NARRATOR, NEVER LET ME DOWN WITH YOUR UNDERSTATEMENTS.