Dear Diary,
Sophie says I should try this. I think its stupid. Why write things down if everything might just get blown up? Or stolen? Or turn into a liability? Whatever. And why is it called a diary? Maybe someone didn't know how to spell dairy? Sophie's telling me I'm supposed to write down what I did today, and what made me happy and sad. I jumped off a building and crawled through an air duct. So I think I would call this a good day. Eliot made breakfast. No pretzels, but it was still good. I wish I had some chocolate right now. Hardison has a stash in his van. He thinks it's secured with all his Super-Secret-Super-Safe, but he should know better. Gotta run. I have a safe to crack.
-Parker
Dear Diary,
Hardison got mad at me. By mad, I mean he just whined and complained a lot. Eliot told him to shut up. Nate sided with Eliot. He told Hardison that he should have known that I would get into it eventually. Hardison had nothing to say to that. I just kept eating the chocolate. Then Hardison tried to take a bite out of my hand. I fought him off. Thieves keep and losers weep. Hardison eventually gave up. No one gets in the way of my chocolate.
Nate introduced us to a new client. This job doesn't involve jumping off a building. Or blowing anything up. What's the point of doing a job if you can't do either of those things? There better be an air duct.
-Parker
Well, it's been awhile hasn't it? Sorry for sort of disappearing for a bit, I had nothing I wanted to write about. But I'm back and that's good right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy my new story! Please review!
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