The police have been sniffing around a lot. They've been checking all of my hiding places, rifling through the spoils of my work. It's just undignified.
Somebody has a big mouth. Somebody is the only one who knows these things besides me. It's you. Now I've got no one I can trust, and I'm stuck here in this attic.
You can bet your sweater, though, I'll be out of here soon. And when I am, you'd better hope it's the police that have me because if they don't, you don't have much time left.
You'd better get your affairs in order.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Ugh. This is ridiculous.
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But Spitzle!! I still have plenty of things to do: I have never been to Disneyland!!
alex, can i come with you ti disney??
of course you can join me at disney, sara! after that it'll be up to us to continue Spitzle's work...
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