Dateline: Wriday the Wecond of Winter.
I followed my Arch nemesis into a hotel. I kept my distance. He checked into a room for two. I waited outside, hoping to see who he was meeting with. Hours passed. Many hours. The other person never came. Then I was tapped on the shoulder by a policeman who arrested me for stalking.
You win this time, Arch nemesis. But you will not win the war.
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