My name is Harry Lockhart. I used to be a thief, then an actor, and now I'm a P.I. in Los Angeles, working for Perry Van Shrike. And, well, fuck, Harmony fits in there somewhere, but God only knows how. She was perfect, you know? So absolutely perfect that I wasted no time in fucking things up with her so royally that we are no longer on what you would call "speaking terms". And now it's just me and Perry, and, hah, as if that isn't a joke in fucking progress.
Whatever. I'll save the rest of this for whenever I figure out how to make these entries private. I don't need every tortured teenager on the internet reading my shit.
Whatever. I'll save the rest of this for whenever I figure out how to make these entries private. I don't need every tortured teenager on the internet reading my shit.
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