The Watchers

Boston Literary Magazine 2014

The watchers are watching the watchers. I watch from my bedroom window.
Alpha watchers are being watched by Bravo watchers. I don't see anyone else
watching Bravo so I must be the Charlie watcher. 

That means there's a Delta likely watching me. Why? How could they possibly
have found out?

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