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Thank you Mr.Hawke,
where ever you are
by K.B
Thank
you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are. By K.B.
Why hadn’t I been more careful.
I knew I should have buried the files deeper but I never thought she would
pry around my system. I mean, she has her own computer and a dedicated
line, but never once did I think about her line going down. Never. 
No second thoughts, a call at work and a “sure, you can use my system to
log on and check your e-mail”. That was two months ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>