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Chapter 17: Jerk.
[ February 09, 2003 ++ 8:38 p.m. ]

Dance to the music.

dance

dance

dance.

Beverage in your hand.

I see you gulp it down.

I see it slowly go down and hit your stomach. Scrutinizing you, Because I know somethings bothering me and I keep Trying to disguise it.

I (obviously) only know you from what I see.

I was wrong.

Don't speak becuase you have to. That's all.

Fuck.

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