I took care to stay out of sight until lunchtime. I needed the little park to look empty so the little worker bees would believe the green-haired weirdo they were used to seeing lurking there had moved on. I needed to lure them back to the space to solidify my ruse of being one of them and use that new status to elicit help with the cell phone.
I'd left my eyes the same blue-gray but thought the hair change - inspired by an abandoned candy bar just like my earlier savior had suggested -and new attire were enough to fool them into seeing me as a brand new addition to their working world.
On top of that, I'd spent hours the night before figuring out how to pick the lock on the service shed hidden behind a lovely stand of boxwood just at...
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