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I had lunch with my old friends today. It was my former assistant, who
replaced me at the jail, and my former parole officer. At first, I thought
that Leonard was being respectful by ordering a vegetarian meal, but as it
turns out, I inspired him to become a vegetarian. I’m really happy about that,
and I hope the trend continues, if only due to the fear of a prion disease.
They ran a full investigation of the restaurant where I allegedly (I legally
have to say it like that) ate contaminated meat, and they were unable to find
evidence of further contamination. So you should be able to eat there again if
you want, in case you were waiting for an answer regarding that problem. I
guess I should have said something earlier. Anyway, the meal we had today was
great, and I enjoyed the company. It was nice to be out in public again, even
though men in suits were standing at the ready. I always wanted to be famous,
but important—like a politician would be—is a different concept.
Someone like that is a target. I did not want it to be like this. I knew there
was a chance that I may end up with a stalker or two, but not that everyone I
saw was a potential threat. People were staring, not only because it was me,
but because I was clearly under protection. Fortunately, it didn’t get any
worse than that. I’m not one to advertise my location, so it didn’t draw a big
crowd, or anything, but I fear that this might start happening if the media
begins to track my movements. Maybe I should just stay home all the time, and
never show my face. That may sound like a complaint to you, but it doesn’t
sound like one to me. There are worse ways to live, believe you me. Speaking
of which, we still haven’t gotten word on whether my offer on the house has
been approved. Even if it is, it will still take some time to complete all the
paperwork, and whathaveyou. Until next week, goodbye.
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