Monroe D'etre

I hid beneath the table, behind one of Callahan's mahogany chairs. It seemed like a crazy thing, my friend of eight years, trying to track me down and do things that are unknown to me, maybe even kill me. I'd never seen such anger and frustration in Callahan's eyes, never before had I seen that strange sparking element that withered within his deep grey eyes. I had no idea what the sparking element was – but I was sure it was going to create a mess that would be somewhat difficult to clear up.

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