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Last night, through a series of creative emails and text messages, I sent my assassin to a bar for about two hours. He believes he's tricked me in to believing he's a reporter who wants to interview me in person, thus luring me in to his bloodthirsty hands. I believe I have him tricked in to thinking I'm an eager interviewee who just happens to have a lot of busy schedules and keeps "just barely" missing him. It's quite an amusing dance.

I thought I'd let him off the hook this morning and let him know I'm wise to him, but I think I will wait. He's probably figured it out by now anyway.