Number Two,

February 8, 2012
The blood has dried on my skin; your blood has dried on my skin. I think I can already feel your presence, but I've been told that I have a very active imagination. You've brought this upon yourself; the pain I have inflicted upon you this evening was because of your own actions. I can see clouds flooding in from the East. I remember when you and I would sit in the rain, but it looks like I will be sitting alone tonight.

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