March 10, 2011
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I started yelling “stop, stop,” but what would that do, it was like being in a dream.

I turned away as I heard the sickening slit as the doctor cut the poor mans throat.

The ghost man came to me and said in his raspy voice, “never, and I mean never come hear again.”

“I promise I won’t sir.”

“Then be gone from here.”

I woke up feeling like a bear coming out of hibernation with Brad’s bandana in my hand. Will blew his teal call and said the game was over, he said, “man, you found that in less than five minutes.”

“Let’s go to my place to hang out,” I offered.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

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