<P>Margaret Forsythe disclosed to me that her husband has been acting quite peculiarly in the past few weeks. She thinks something shady might be going on, our sources indicate possible NSF involvement. Her son, Richard, is still attending Bronx Science with no known inclination to subversive activities.
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<P>Be that as it may, I must depart to prepare myself for my next task. Going through gang territory and dealing with their scum is not in the best of my interests, but I'll make sure to make them realize not to mess with me under any circumstance. Luckily I won't have to worry about them for much longer.
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<P>[scribbling, unable to decipher their content]-- I see they finally put the couches behind the locked doors. About time, I still remember the one that got stolen when someone left all the doors open... not to mention the one that replaced it and got urinated on by some bastard.