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10:15, after waiting for over 3 hours, looking out onto the steps of her home, Charlotte knew in her heart of hearts, that her father was dead. It’d been two years, almost to the day, since his winning of the mayoral election, and the public opinion of him has never swayed either way, so there was no good reason for anyone to have shot him, and besides he was a puppet anyway, all of his close family knew that, but there was nothing to do about it.

At 10:45, her doorbell was pulled, it was the police notifying Charlotte and her mother of the sorrowful passing of their father and husband.

That night Charlotte slept next to her mother for the first time in years.

The next day, the pillows were wet with tears.

Midnight, as the streets fill with lights a man pulls a black suit out from under a white cloak, and puts it on.

Walking through the streets, the Bandit notices an old man in an alleyway, dark and dusty. He walks over to the man, crouching in front when he gets there. He notices that the old man is sleeping, the suited Bandit, knocks on the wall behind the sleeping man, waking him.

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Still groggy, the man looks up to the person who had woken him up.

“Uh,” the old man swallows his built up saliva, before making any more sounds.”Why do youngsters like you always bug me so?”

The suited man in front of him doesn’t react, and only pulls out a small notepad and a pencil.

”You a journalist or something? Here to ask me some questions eh?”

The suited man writes something down onto his notepad, and turns it around to show the old man.

‘What is your name? What is your occupation? And, how did you get here?’

“What? You can’t speak or something?”

The man in front of him only motions towards the notes in front of him.

“Alright, I get it. My name is Donald Tailor, I’m a tailor, and I walked here.”

The person ahead of him didn’t seem too pleased with that answer, so Donald sighed and actually told him.

“Simple, nice and easy; big business came along and ran me out of town, nothing more, nothing less. Now, though I’m long gone, and it’s been a good year or two, I’d like to believe that some of the people there miss me.” A couple of moments pass, before the old man says, “Now are you just gonna be standing there all damn night, because I have some sleeping to do.”