prisoner. That’s what I think. Anyway, once we disappear, Barbara can publish without worrying about getting us into trouble.” We kissed at the door of her room. Not one of the hot, sloppy numbers we usually did when parting ways. A sweet kiss this time. A slow kiss. A goodbye kind of kiss.
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BART rides are introspective. When the train rocks back and forth and you try not to make eye contact with the other riders and you try not to read the ads for plastic surgery, bail bondsmen and AIDS testing, when you try to ignore the graffiti and not look too closely at the stuff in the carpeting. That’s when your mind starts to really churn and churn. You rock back and forth and your mind goes over all the things you’ve overlooked, plays back all the movies of your life where you’re no hero, where you’re a chump or a sucker. Your brain comes up with theories like this one: If the DHS wanted to catch M1k3y, what better way than to lure him into the open, panic him into leading some kind of big, public Xnet event? Wouldn’t that be worth the chance of a compromising video leaking? Your brain comes up with stuff like that even when the train ride only lasts two or three stops. When you get off, and you start moving, the blood gets running and sometimes your brain helps you out again. Sometimes your brain gives you solutions in addition to problems.