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  Running in the garden,   just a few hours left of the day before it will be lost forever,  I have come to the  house, to undo what had escaped from my hands,  trying to get there before IT saw me, before I was caught! There are cameras everywhere, I had ins talled them myself! Three minutes.  I time the distance, guessing, how much it would take to reach the back door without being seen or felt! With the pin not working, I try sneaking in through the window, and cut my fingers while removing the glass, I jump in what used to be my cave, the man cave With blood oozing from my self-inflicted wounds, I look  around for a water jug, and  come face to face with the dish of soap, flying in, flourishing a towel, singing a sweet tune…. ring a ring a roses…., a pocket full of posies! Swearing under my breath, "no time for this, you fool," I push the dish away, and quickly wash my hands off  my own blood, hoping it'd stop the trail...