“I’ll see you soon then.”

“Definitely.”

If this were a movie, I’d have been jumped by several creepy mind-controlled zombie-like minions in the Metro station, and there’d have been a pulse-pounding fight scene that almost ended with me electrocuted on the third rail, saved by my agility at the last minute.

Fortunately, this isn’t a movie, and I made the trip to Paul’s house without incident. Well, mostly without incident. I did spend too much time looking over my shoulder, and I did almost trip and fall on to the rail. It would have been nicer to blame it on minions instead of sheer clumsiness.

I was still looking over my shoulder, however, when I knocked on his door. It opened to reveal Paul, wearing nothing bu...

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