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paradisalost2007-03-19 05:59 pm
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This isn't my room. This isn't... I don't know where this is.
What am I doing here? Why...
Why is this book writing down everything I say?
[A pause as she picks it up and flips through the pages, then a transcribed sound of the book being thrown to the floor. Eventually, she picks it up again and starts writing rather hesitantly.]
I don't understand. This happened before, but... this isn't that town, and there aren't any monsters around, and she couldn't have done this because she's dead.
I want to go home.
This isn't my room. This isn't... I don't know where this is.
What am I doing here? Why...
Why is this book writing down everything I say?
[A pause as she picks it up and flips through the pages, then a transcribed sound of the book being thrown to the floor. Eventually, she picks it up again and starts writing rather hesitantly.]
I don't understand. This happened before, but... this isn't that town, and there aren't any monsters around, and she couldn't have done this because she's dead.
I want to go home.

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And if she's here, I'll just kill her again.
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Who is "she"?
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...she killed someone. I don't remember who it was but she killed someone.
It's her fault everything happened and I had to go to that town.
...Why can't I remember who she killed?
Something's wrong with this place.
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