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To Those in the Know
Dec. 11th, 2007 07:38 pmHello, this is Peter. Thomas is telling me to write for him. Actually his exact words were: "when those fuckers fucked with your fingers and left them fucked, I totally fucking wrote for you". Ah, he does have a way of putting things... Clearly he's still feeling okay enough to sound like Thomas for the most part. He hurts though, which I can't stand to see. And he says "suck it up, you big girl, I'm the one with the broken arse".
Well. I commiserate.
Anyway, someone is coming around soon and hopefully we can get to the bottom of this debacle. We are close. We spent hours last night narrowing down who could be our little informant, and there's only two people it can be. So if Rolf reads this one today and it's not her, well...then we know who it is. And I suppose, the good news is it's not anyone close to us really. Not very. The bad news is that they were held captive by the Templar and now they're helping them. Which...seems a little mad, if you ask me.
But what do I know, I just fed my best friend coconut jelly with a spoon while singing songs about lambs. Because Thomas knows I can't say no to him when he does the 'Oh, please humiliate yourself for my own enjoyment, Peter!' face.
Dammit.
Well. I commiserate.
Anyway, someone is coming around soon and hopefully we can get to the bottom of this debacle. We are close. We spent hours last night narrowing down who could be our little informant, and there's only two people it can be. So if Rolf reads this one today and it's not her, well...then we know who it is. And I suppose, the good news is it's not anyone close to us really. Not very. The bad news is that they were held captive by the Templar and now they're helping them. Which...seems a little mad, if you ask me.
But what do I know, I just fed my best friend coconut jelly with a spoon while singing songs about lambs. Because Thomas knows I can't say no to him when he does the 'Oh, please humiliate yourself for my own enjoyment, Peter!' face.
Dammit.
