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lain's_DIARY
anonymous_user
active_file:
ftp/tl.L_server
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smell
tool
conceal
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When I awoke I was grasping a gun. |
The smell of death and metal woke me. |
I don’t understand it anymore. |
I’m absolutely crazy. |
I got scared. |
I took the gun, put it in a shopping bag, and hid it in a desk drawer. |
There’s a key to the drawer, but it isn’t any good. |
I know. |
I’ll hide it inside of Dad. |
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