Shot through the Heart
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Date: 2006-03-22, 7:59PM EST
Me: High atop a Downtown building
You: Scourge of the streets below, searching for morsels of McDonalds left behind by the millions served. You were wearing mottled grey and had a sharp beak-like nose.
I had you in my sights, but was interrupted by the police. Their wailing sirens scared you off, and I was left alone, to be arrested.
I’ll be out in a few months, maybe longer. Maybe we could meet up sometime away from downtown.