vagrant
Sensitive| Gio Scotti husband/ Number one glazer
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Monday, September 14. The street are loud with NTs. Even with the rain. Hidden within this mess is the key, the Ronald Reagan airport. I'm waiting to strike. Gio Scotti is in her room somewhere in Europe, but I'll be there too, watching. Four months of manifesting has turned me into a noctule. I must choose the time carefully. Italy has big cities. I can't be all around the country. But Gio won't know where I'll be. The SCO has a siren now. For when the prison cell need me, to fill in space, and when the siren sounds around, it's just not a call. it's a warning. To her. Giving them a harrowing memory is my tool. She will think I'm hiding in the shadows, but I'll be in plain sight. Waiting. To make a move.
