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Date Posted: 09:38:03 01/31/01 Wed
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Revenge (No.5)

"What're you doing there ? Honey."

That's the sweetest voice I've ever heard.

"Nothing, just...thinking something..." I say.
"What's it?"
"Some sort of stupid thing." I don't want she know what I'm thinking of.
"The kid, right?" But I can't, how smart she was.
"Whatever. What's up?"
"He's in the living room now."
"Who?"
"That boy, have left a message this morning."
"Oh, how fast he's !Huh !"

I feel a little bit nervous, although many people said I'm so sophisticated.

"Let him here! Dear."
"....." She seems quite worry about this.
"What?"
"Are you sure? He gonna kill you."
"He won't, honey. He won't, trust me, ok." I try to comfort her.
"Ok."
Then, she disappeared like a mist.

I looked at that photo again. He didn't smile, either me.

"Mr. Paterson" That's him.
"Hey, kid, how you doing ? Come in and sit down"
"No thanks. Have you prepare it?"
"You wanna drink ? How about Brandy? That's really good."
"My key, where is my key ?"
"Key ? What key ?"
"You know which one I'm talking about."

I am nervous. Hate, is the only thing you can feel from his eyes. A pair of brown color eyes.

"No, I don't know what're you talking about." I turn around and look at the small road outside.

"Give me that key!!!!" He put out something.

It's a pistol, I guess.

"It's inside a box. As you see, it's on my desk."
"Where's the key?"
"I told you it's in that box. You hear me ?"
"Don't fool me, Mr.Paterson, where's the key of this box?"
"The key was lost for a long time..."
"I'll kill you , Mr.Paterson, I'm not kidding."
"Claim down, kid, what you need for this box is my tear."
"Sorry?"
"You heard that. My tear can dissolve this lock."
"Ha! Is that a joke? Your tear ? Why not use mine ?"
"You can't (cry) until you open it."

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Re: Revenge (No.5) -- Sirod Nayrb, 09:40:44 01/31/01 Wed