Mystery

I like puzzles. I like games. I like giving people puzzles to solve. I love putting pieces together. I once did a puzzle in my college library. It was a beautiful house with a beautiful garden.
I love writing.
Writing plus puzzles equals a fun game for me.
Even if I can't get a hold of someone, I will find a way. I could message my sister to tell her girlfriend to tell my mother a secret plan that I'm hatching. Then I can tell my dad who can tell someone else, who speaks Spanish, to see if they like my plan. Then I'll set the whole thing up, while I'm across the sea.
It's brilliant.
I can ask a friend to do something special for me, in return I'll give him what he asks for. I can have my sister drive me, her girlfriend on the lookout,  and my friend in position. The only thing now is to get inside the house with the permission of the mother. I'll create a diversion, pretend to be somewhere I'm not and surprise the person in the end.
But now that I told you all of this, I have to come up with a new plan.

That's one thing about me that will never change. I write stories, I hatch plans, and I sometimes stick to them. Depending on what the plan is.



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