larry was walking down a country road, past the old mill stream.
he saw a woman walking toward him.
at first he thought it was the same woman he saw so often in his streams, the one who looked like bette davis.
but she was not wearing a trench coat or a fedora.
she was wearing a black business suit with gray stripes and carrying a black briefcase, and larry thought she looked familiar.
did she live in the building? had he seen her in one of his rare trips outside his room, in the corridors or even in the elevator?
whoever she was, she approached forthrightly, swinging her black briefcase nonchalantly and getting right down to business.
are you larry payne, she asked, number 7609-7854-3381-0606, who hates the whole human race?
i am indeed he, larry replied promptly, but i am tired of my lonely existence and wish desperately to find love.
i am happy to hear that, the woman replied, as it will save valuable time. come with me, i have an assignment for you.
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