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As soon as the phone stops ringing, I'll be getting this affidavit. Lord, it's on here.

Perhaps I should open a window.

13 rings. It has a sense of humor.

I suppose that ought to be comforting.

Somehow, I'm not comforted.

If it feels free to indulge in these teasing,

tormenting little games, so much the worse for me.

The summer is over now, but this room is like an oven.

My shirt is already drenched and this pen feels slippery in my hand. In a moment or two, the little drop of sweat that's

collecting above my right eyebrow is going to splash onto this page. Just the same.

I'll keep the window closed. Outside through the dusty panes of glass I can see a boy in red

spectacles sauntering toward the courthouse steps. Perhaps there's a telephone booth

and back. The sense of humor. That's one quality I never noticed in it.

I saw only a deadly seriousness and it's clear an intelligence that grew at terrifying speed, malevolent and inhuman.

If it now feels itself safe enough to toy with me before doing whatever it intends, so much the worse for me. So much the worse, perhaps, for us all.

I hope I'm wrong. Though my name is Jeremy derived from Jeremiah, I'd hate to be a prophet in the wilderness.

I'd much rather be a harmless crank.

But, I believe we're in for trouble.

I S trouble and its dreaded popimatic bubble.

The horrors it has wrought.

Hmm, it seems you're referencing a classic board game commercial for comedic effect,

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