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There were pages upon pages the made up this handmade journal. A rational mind would think it would sway my plans. Yet instead, it sickened me to read her false remorse. I was convinced she’d written this bullshit in case anyone ever tried to charge her for anything again, or possibly to leave a decent legacy behind after she’d blown her real one all to hell. Who knows what her reasons were...I stopped reading and put the file away. I couldn’t afford to start seeing her as a real person instead of the target of my affliction.
I’d seen enough so I left her apartment. I knew I’d be returning soon using a trick I’d learned from my locksmith friend. During my Ravenge planning, I’d spent hours practicing picking locks and memorizing the steps he’d taught me: Tension must be applied to the plug. Then the pin stack that resists the most needs to be isolated. That stack should be picked until it reaches the exact point on the shear line to turn the plug slightly...repeat steps until all turns freely. “Until we meet again...” I spoke under my breath as I relocked the door and entered the cold night air.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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