The bomb threat was given, the hate club lived up to its name.
The detective agency was secretive as ever, and no one had a clue...
Or so they thought.
He was on to them. He thought he knew what was going on,
Behind his head, after he leaves, before he arrives.
But he was wrong, and he could not take responsibility for it.
So he called for an end to it all.
He held up his stop sign and we swiftly crossed the street with no further words.
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