I'm sitting here typing this, glancing every five seconds at the window and the door. I don't know what I'm expecting. I doubt anyone will repel down and smash through the window or bust through the door to hit me over the head and kidnap me and take to wherever.
I found something. A small and long piece of paper, letters cut from newspapers glued on. But they don't spell out anything. It's complete nonsense.
It was stuck under my windshield wipers. I almost didn't see it, but I had to stop at a gas station and that's when I noticed it.
What could it mean?
I have to keep reminding myself: this may all be a prank. Someone could be pulling my leg. Gullibility often leads to disappointment.
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