![]() ![]() I hesitate to give you a straight answer, as that has never been my habit. You ask me what we should be called, having been nameless for so long. Yes, I admit it! I am not just one but two. What was a man with two minds except a mutant? Perhaps even a monster. With two minds, I am able to see any issue from both sides, and while I once flattered myself that this was a talent, now I understand it to be a curse. I am also still a man of two faces and two minds, one of which might perhaps yet still be intact. This must make me a ghostwriter, and as such, it is a simple, if spooky, matter to dip my pen into the ink flowing from my twin holes, one drilled by myself, the other by Bon, my best friend and blood brother. What a peculiar condition, being dead yet penning these lines in my little room in Paradise. How can I not be, with two holes in my head from which leaks the black ink in which I am writing these words. ![]() ![]() I may no longer be a spy or a sleeper, but I am most definitely a spook. ![]()
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