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My best friend.... My best friend is dead. The one person on the entire planet that I felt like I could run to is gone. For a second I stood there in the middle of my little cabins living room and I thought: If only I wasn't in need of change, If only I could have convinced myself that I was happy with my uncle. If only I said no to going with Jeff. I should have let him leave I could have continued to live my bedroom balcony mansion life. With my dog. And my uncle. And Mary could have come to visit and it would have been normal. And I could have taken her places And I wouldn't have had to worry about the risk of her getting hurt. . . . . . But no.. Now.. Now it's different.. Jeff's missing, Marys gone. And now, that whore Jane is gonna get what's coming to her. I'm gonna kill the bitch with my own two. Hands.
All we do now is wait.
