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The guy with the Chief stopped me today. I know him, that is for sure. He must not know me or a team would be here already to pick me up. I must be thinking of a plan, if a team does show up. They are not invincible, but they are tough. It is frustrating not to have done anything wrong, just minding your own business. I quit a job. True enough, I did not submit a resignation, but they don’t’ like that either. It was simpler to disappear, so I thought I did. This journal is coming to an end I am afraid. I will try to make one last entry for all the good it does. It has been an outlet. I talk to Satan and Father O’shields, but I may need more. I am feeling better about myself. Those boys are headed more and more through here. I spotted one going by himself. I must head that way. later
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I think it is close to the end.

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We are have a great time. The living quarters are nearly complete. I picked up some medical manuals this week on lazer amputation. Great stuff, advancements that will make life better for some. I don;'t have to worry too much about the outside world here. I have Satan to guard the entry ways and the fact that very few folks even know I exist. The town has grown to ignore me. My only poroblem is those blasted kids. The boys resent my following them, most of the time they never know. They go one day a week and clean up around the swimming hole they have.

Father O'Shields is quite a guy. we talk often now, he never asks what I am doing here or why. Interesting guy the father, as hard a nails in body, but meek as a lamb. I would be willing to bet some of the SEALS I have worked with in the company (CIA) would barely hold their own.

The Chief of police has taken a renewed interest in me. I hope it is short lived. I am ready for it, but I don't want it.
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rambling

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It is Spring, we now have living quarters, a source of dairy foods and a garden started (some dirt turned anyway).
Problem is the boys also are hitting the woods and playing around that swimming hole. This is really all new to me. I can’t imagine swimming in a creek as a kid. We had a clean swimming pool. Free from snakes, germs and wild creatures. I am getting an education in less fortunate young lives. They don’t seem to mind the hardships, or realize they should be in a clean public pool. I have saw them just strip off and jump in the water. My father would never have allowed that. Then I may have missed something. No matter what I am doing, when I hear them something draws me to follow and watch. I am sure if someone in authority knew this, it would be considered unnatural.
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