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11.55 July 31.
It has been weeks now. Weeks. I embarked on this journey at peril of my immortal soul, it appears. It has become... stranger, with the passing of time. Very deep in dark territory now. It is harder and harder to form thoughts. God forgive me, but having watched Kinga 'work the room' to the tune of 'Sex Bomb' by Tom Jones, I would so dearly, so very, very dearly, like to... cut her up, I suppose. I suppose I'd like to just cut her up.
I guess I'd start with the vocal chords... |
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