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Frank's POV

I woke up. The memory of last night came back to me, along with some questions. Who was that guy? What did he want from me? I rolled out of my bed. I took Mama and Peppers outside. I got dressed. I ate breakfast. I grabbed my phone and my keys. I left for work. Work was about 3 blocks away from my house. I could walk there. I work at the local Guitar Center. I get paid to sit on my ass and play guitars all day, so my job's pretty sweet. Once I got there, I went straight to my favourite guitar. Her name was Pansy. She was a Custom Epiphone Les Paul. She was the most beautiful thing ever. God, I miss her. Anyway, I was sitting there playing when I heard a commotion outside. I looked out the cluttered windows and saw a group of cop cars chasing 3 SUV's down the street. I heard gunshots. A few stray bullets hit the windows. I ducked. The cops continued down the street. I got up to examine the damage. I saw that one SUV was around the corner. They guy driving was staring at me. He got out of the car and walked over to me. "Hey," he said. "Sorry about your windows.." It was him. The guy from last night I stared at him with wide eyes. He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I'm the guy from last night.." Can he read my mind? "No, I can't read your mind. I can read your face." he said. He smiled at me.