Sunday, June 19, 2005
I thought I'd escaped. I thought I'd got out. I'd been out for fifteen years, working as a salesman. I thought I had disappeared: they couldn't find me now. No-one could. Not even my wife. I'd left everything behind... my home, my former life, my name, my children. I couldn't be 'got'; I couldn't be 'had'; I couldn't be reached. They couldn't find me. They couldn't...
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