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Been practicing drawing humans

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Amidst the cacophony of faces and voices echoing through time, John emerged from the shadows, ready to confront those who had wronged him, killed his wife Helen and their dog Daisy, and sought his demise. Survival in this unforgiving world had become a relentless battle for a year now, where each city harboured a mole who had laid eyes on him, entangling him in skirmishes that left him battered but resilient, always emerging alive. The metropolises proved to be treacherous labyrinths, ensnaring him like a mouse in a trap, as he experienced in London, Rome, Berlin, Tokyo, Seoul, Brussels, New York, Chicago, and Rio de Janeiro. Though there were still cities left where he could seek refuge, the reality remained that his American identity made him conspicuous, inadvertently catalysing the enemy's pursuit of him.

Despite the obstacles, he maintained his belief that distant locales beyond the grasp of the United States offered potential refuge for a temporary respite, with Auckland emerging as his current sanctuary. Renting an apartment for a month, he settled into the small space he temporarily called home, even taking precautions by adopting a German Shepherd to guard against any unwelcome intruders. Despite the risks, John had succeeded in establishing a crucial contact within the city: a barwoman named Alyssa. He frequented the establishment she worked in, using these visits as an opportunity to gather intelligence on the organization's activities as they continued their relentless pursuit of him.

"Nothing new to report tonight, babe," Alyssa mentioned as John sat calmly at the other end of the bar, indulging in a sip of the fine bourbon he typically favoured at such establishments. Despite the circumstances, his taste remained refined, a testament to his expensive preferences. "That's a gutter. Let's hope they decide to take a breather for a bit." he remarked, leaning his elbows on the bar. Alyssa responded with a half-sided smile before attending to cleaning some glasses. Lost momentarily in his own thoughts, John's attention was soon captured by the sound of a woman addressing him. "Good evening," he greeted at her formally.

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The “how many plot progressions can I fit into a chapter” game is a fun one; think I hit a record this time!

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ANDREW MANGIAPANE • 12 APR 2022

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