Diary Entry for October 13, 1998 It was during my surgery that I saw him again. Earlier that morning, around 6:10 AM, I thought I saw him then, too. But surely that was just my imagination running away with me during a vulnerable time. I was worried about my surgery, but at that point I […]

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Darkness. Silence. Peace. For me, these things are inseparable. For only when I find the first two elusive prizes can the latter be found. My peace is shattered by the piercing squeals of my alarm clock. I find my shotgun, which is always laid beside my bed loaded, and aim blindly towards the source of […]

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