I’m getting nervous about tomorrow’s weed party with the boss and friends, especially if the boss has read my blog, me talking about his screenplay and what I think of the shop and such.

These are the troubles I face, being a secret agent. A spy in the field. Story of my life. Bladed days. If you find me out, I’m dead meat.

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