Entry 01.
So I'm sitting near some Cafe Juliet, wet, dripping, water seeping through the cracks- not an open line to some goth poetry believe it or not. Old man really did a job on me this time. Streets are empty, real quiet, too quiet for that Rukia to be responsible for this. Expect some batshit crazy hollow to have attacked by now because hey, I'm a
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