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May 29, 2007

5.29.07

We could have been friends except for one thing...

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David: Black vs. White

If only he wasn’t trying to kill me, I think we’d get along famously. He’s an amoral killing machine with a penchant for ironically-deployed traps; I’m an amoral killing machine with a penchant for ironically-deployed traps. Peas in a pod.

You meet all kinds of folks working the embassy circuit, but I knew we’d have something special together the first time he ambushed me. The bomb in my rental car in Lisbon was a work of art. Too bad about the valet. And oh! The poisons we’ve shared.

I’ll have to remember to send a thank-you card to his funeral.

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