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In between your mountain of paperwork, you took time to keep looking on Craigslist. You found the perfect estate sale and emailed the lady, saying you'd be there at 6PM. Ancient woman, left alone with her deceased husband's farm gear, held on to it for years, but is getting too old to do anything with it. $400 down and you pick up 6 fox and 2 bear traps. Easily 100 feet length in galvanized chain. A horse saddle with reigns and leather riding crop. A very sturdy oak workhorse. A cordless reciprocating saw and a box of hand tools. A stack of lumber and logs that fit in the Lincoln. An old half filled jug of ether. Another 100 feet in rough, jagged, stiff rope. A cool looking pair of buck antlers. "Thanks lady."
"Oh, dearie, what happened to your car! It's so lovely, except for the door! It's all banged up!" She says, following you out of her open-air shed.
"Oh, heh heh, y'know, jackasses on the road. Wasn't me, scout's honor!" You raise one hand to your heart, the other to the sky.
She giggles and waves you off her isolated property.
You place everything you can in the trunk. Miraculously, the workhorse fits in the Lincoln upside down and with the passenger seat pulled all the way forward.
On the drive home you get hungry. The cod was the last meat in your house, you didn't take out the other cod to defrost... You've got an endless supply of cod. You don't really want cod tonight anyway. How many codpieces can a man eat?!? Your stomach rumbles, and you've got a bit of a headache from slamming down those glazed sprinkle donuts so early in the morning.
>Drive thru, V-Burger.
>Take out, Chicken Hut.
>Sit down, Gardens of Lebanon.
>Pick non-cod food up from Jon's Supermarket.
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"Black Rose" also emailed you again, confirming tomorrow night's photoshoot deep in the Piedmont woods of the Lower Appalachians. She agrees with you that the waterfall and the trees and the pine needles on the ground will be a great backdrop for a coffee ad. You think the waterfall will be nice for obscuring her screams, and the thick of the tree line will obscure any prying, hiking eyes. Not many people know about Hangman's Falls, but you do. And you don't mind introducing a special lady friend every now and then... Just so long as she doesn't tell. Loose lips sink ships, as they say; that's why you use ball gags.
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>Roll 1d20!
You're still a suspicious, not-quite-slimy guy! Keep passing suspicion checks and maintaining a low profile/good reputation to combat your secret from being exposed!
Suspicion Check: 4.99
