Behind the Train Station

I’m pretty sure I found some, um, thing today, but I don’t want to say what I think it is because, ha ha, that would just make me sound paranoid. Wouldn’t it? Also, I can’t tell you where I found this, uh, missile-shaped object, because I’m probably not supposed to know about it. (Hint, read the title.) I shouldn’t have even told you that. I mean, I don’t think it is used to kill people. (Yes I do.)