[Paul Wilson]
The fucking bastard!
I’d like to call it cheating, but I can’t. We never said we had to take the home trails.
I was startled when he first headed off in what I thought was the wrong direction. I considered following him, but I wasn’t sure if it was a trick or not. As it turned out, it wasn’t, but I doubt I would’ve been able to keep up with him on that particular run.
The other annoying thing is that he absolutely refuses to rise to any of the baiting I’m doing. We’ve been chatting for a few minutes, and he’s just ignoring every insult I’ve thrown at him. It’s almost like he knows he’s won and he’s just waiting until we’ve gone before he claims his prize – Greg!
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