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Midnight Wanderings
FEBRUARY 17, 2005 - DAY 2
Barney Leonard sat hunched over his desk dismantling a short wave radio. Using his hands kept his grief at bay and let his mind wander towards more useful emotions. Like revenge and murder and ways he could get away with it. He lifted his head and glared at his shabby apartment where he crammed his entire life into a ten by ten room. Memorabilia lined the walls: rock posters of the bands he toured with, covers of record albums he worked on tiled in a grid pattern over an entire wall, and even a gold record in a place of prominence. His life’s achievements.
A gentle knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” he said, not turning around.
“You awake?” Mary Ann asked as soon as she walked through the door. She never disappointed him with her rel
