I'm startin' to think somebody put something in my drink back in Illinois and this whole thing's just been one fucked-up headtrip.
There's no way in hell a place this messed up can actually exist.
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So. Definitely not hell. I get that the man downstairs likes to mess with people, but this is a bit extreme. No sign of any demons, either. I guess those copies all have to do with some data crap, which is way over my head. Yeah. This is me, talking to myself.
Sammy isn't here anywhere. I've been keeping an eye out since I left that church - and yeah, dragon was real, what the hell, Auntie Em - and asking around, but nobody's seen him or even heard of him. But hey, I told him he'd be fine when I'm gone. Too bad he doesn't know I'm not burnin' with the rest of them.
And for the record, I'm pretty sure a Djinn didn't do this. Unless it's got an evil cousin that gives you exactly the opposite of what you want, in that case he's got it spot-on, man.
... I need a drink.
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