This is a part of 'project 110, going back and re-filling', writing is happening 8ish months after the date.
Very soon. You will. Meet god. The world. From where. Came the Kyaak. Haka stopped breathing. His head throbbed. His mind blanked. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Come soon. To the closet. Come for your date. With date.
The room door creaked. Haka steadied himself. This was it. Footsteps, approaching, shoes on carpet. The world stopped. Moments elongated. Eternity.
Heavy blows. Catatonic victim. Confused. Unable to respond. And then. Silence.
He heaved. Backache. Up the stairs. One step. Pause. Rest. Another step. Up Up up. The door opens. Fresh air. Sack scrapes the roof. No matter. Unpack the gift. Heave, heave, lift. And drop.
Haka packed the sack. Underneath his shirt. Run, run, jump. Next house. And the next house. CC cameras never saw him.
Another success. Now he would be saved.
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