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Suppose you’d done something wrong. Okay, I get it; you’re human. Of course you’d done something wrong. But imagine if you were one of those people that did something really wrong and got away with it. Could you sleep at night? Could you get up and eat breakfast and go to work and come home with that guilt resting on your back?

Of course you could.

See, that’s the thing with the past. You can’t just stroll into the future and leave it behind you and, sooner or later, it’ll catch up with you, just as if you pulled the pin on a live grenade and put it in your pocket.

Boom. Almost concurrently across the world, a handful of letters were sent, each unique but bearing the same inscription in mismatched letters clipped from newspapers:

[quote][center][i]I know your dirty little secret.
Will be in touch.

-	Mr. Jig[/i][/center][/quote]

Mr. Jig always keeps his promises and, sure enough, he was in touch. Apparently, and, naturally, to the great surprise of all concerned, he had demands.