Would be nicer if I haven't spotted three guys tailing us already. My dad has been looking out for guys in black suits with guns; one of them fit the description, but we threw him off pretty easy. Fisk isn't really trying that hard, lately. What's keeping him so occupied? I'm getting a little worried; even beurocrats can get things done, as my dad will attest to. The other two...they were what worried me. One of them was about my age. Hell, they could've been a classmate, even. The other was old enough to be my grandfather. Could barely even move without a cane.
I don't think they were especially concerned with being seen; after all, it's not like He can't send more, right? No, he just wanted to get into my head. I think that's a good sign, since he wouldn't be getting in my head if I wasn't onto something. We checked out Plymouth Rock, and got some nice photos. I'm a little worried about what we'll see in them, but they're not digital so I've got at least a week to wait. Until then, we're going out to eat.
I swear to God, the next person who predicts I'm from the deep south before I actually talk to them is getting stabbed with a butter knife, and that's NOT a joke.
Anyways...any places of interest, guys? I don't know much about this state's history.
-The Meteorologist
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