What a creepy day it’s been. Not your normal kind of creep, but some super kind of creep. I hate my wanderlust; I hate my constant thinking. This house is in a state of unrest, and said unrest permeates and matriculates through all of us (some more so than others.) There’s no escape for me-people outside ramble on about strange sick things, and
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-Gambol
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