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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 883650" data-attributes="member: 10680">New York Apartments, East SideNew York, New York1:40pm, Late Spring 2003"No, that's okay. Come on up. Don't mind the mess, though... I haven't been around much." A wry look comes upon Leonard's face, but he won't bother with more of an explanation.He opens the door to his apartment and lets the airman in. The weird thing is that the apartment isn't really a mess. In fact, everything but the kitchen looks quite neat, almost as if it hasn't been lived in for several weeks at least. The kitchen is another story, where six empty boxes of take-out food are a testament to the fact that indeed someone has lived here for the past few days.. about six to be precise.Leonard drops his bag on the table and hurries into the bedroom. He gets his large army bag and quickly packs some clothes and personal 'work' equipment. He returns to the living with the bag, also carrying his small sidearm and its ammo, stuffing those in the shoulder bag."That should do it. I'm set."He lets the airman out, and is ready to close the door behind him. He looks back one last time, and seems to change his mind about something. "Wait a minute, there's one last thing I have to do here."Leonard rushes back in, grabs pen and paper from his bag and wipes the kitchen table clean with a broad stroke of his arm. He take a bit of time to write a letter, in duplicate. One he leaves here, on the table near the front door. The other goes in an envelope, which he holds in his mouth, so as to carry all of his luggage."mwokay, mwet's gwo."</blockquote>

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