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Diary, Woke up in hospital today. Read over yesterday's entry. Remember nothing. If Esteban were still here, I would suspect him of foul play. But now, I am left to wonder what really happened. I asked Master, but he refuses to say. All I know is my tongue has not been this sore in quite some time. Also, I wonder why there is a Bic pen in my underpants. |
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