So I'm sitting here, a full hour from when i was supposed to get up, eating toast and drinking coffee. It's been a strange start to an already bizarre day. It started off with Amber and I both waking up at the same time from two seperate nightmares, which has never happened to me before. In hers, she was like Ben Hawkins from Carnivale and
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p.s. i'm afraid of my house too. our basement is one half crawlspace with clear landscaping plastic bits half peeking out of the dirt. it looks like the sort of place where some murderer would hide their victims, but our walls haven't started bleeding yet.
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