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Entry #19

[There's been something I've failed to mention in other entries.]

The screen is black.

[I've seen the responses to the entries. Messages was the last one sent out by whoever is doing this. I don't like how they use the word 'us'.]

[I think I'm in something worse than I thought.]

[I started recording myself like Mettaton did, for around a month now. I didn't really check it much, just once a week.]

[I found something.]

The camera cuts on inside of a room. It is angled downwards from a dresser, a bit of the white wood cutting in. The room is simple and messy, socks scattered around the floor. The bed had no covers on it, a simple blue frail blanket tossed over the edge. Sans was under the blanket, sleeping with one of his legs sticking out. A window on the wall next to his bed is covered by blinds.

Is someone outside?

I̴̡̅̐t̷͓̞͛͌̾ ̸̜̄ç̴͚͆̂u̶͙̍̓t̷̨̜̰̋s̵̳͆

M̷̻̎a̷͓̞̐̓͂ś̷͇̥̐k̶̟̥̚͘ë̵̟̱̭́̐͝d̴̰̙̅̈́̏ ̶̗́̑̎m̶̛̙͑͗ǎ̵̻̱̭ṇ̷̈́ ̵͚͈̀͘ḭ̵͈̳̊͐̿n̷̰̒̀͠ ̷̨͓͑̿t̶̢̐̂h̷̥̯͍̽̔e̴͕̻̯͌ ̶̖͛͗̈c̷͚̟̻̄o̷̟̿̾r̸͙̔̋͜n̴̖̺̂́̈́e̵̹̝͋̏͝ř̵̛͇͆ ̷̟̻̘̏͠͝M̷̺͐͋ȧ̷̦͠s̶̨̙̉k̴͙̏̌̅ͅe̷̼̓͝d̷͔̈́̑ ̶̗̽ͅm̸͖̐a̴̬̓͘ṇ̶̅ ̶̪̘͈̈́͒i̵̞̘͆̄n̸̤̹̒̀̾ͅ ̴͇͐ṭ̶̆h̶̝̭̊͜e̷̠͋ ̷̘͆̌́c̴͍̀ö̴̱̙́r̸͓̭̲̍̂n̴̡̯͆͆͛ě̴̡̈́ṟ̵̟̋͜ ̵̪͙̎̌m̵̟͖͈̚ą̸̟̱̽̈́s̸̥͈̻̓̄̚k̸͍̅é̵̬͙̮͋̽d̷̻̗̞́̆ ̵̠̄̅m̴̩̘̫̐͝a̷͖̟̓̐̐n̴̻̝̬̉ ̷͖͓̾i̸̡̛̤̍͑ͅń̷̩͍͇̕ ̶̖̹͋t̸͉̏̔͜͝h̸͔̰̃̀́ę̷̡̝̍̋͘ ̴͓͕̂͋͝c̵̣̏ö̶͈́̊r̴͓͓̄̒̚n̶̠̈́̅ȩ̵̞́͗ṙ̵̡̃ ̴̻͘h̶̖̯̞̀e̷̮̜͂̈́'̴̢͂́s̵̺̖͛̍̿ ̵̫̽í̷͈̲ň̵̯ ̷̧̓̋ṱ̶̓̀̒h̷͔͘ẹ̵̮̋̅͜ ̶͙̹̼̔r̶͖̾̆͛ő̸̻̕o̸̡͑̚͘ͅm̸͇̟͝ ̷̨̺͂̌r̴͔̰̋̆͜͠ȏ̵̦ò̸̥͖̟m̶̓ͅ ̷̩͚́͝r̵̖͠ŏ̵̭͕̏̌ö̴̩͔́͠͝m̷̜̮̑̋ ̵͕̣͉͌r̶̙͗͗̊ơ̴̰ó̸̧̔m̷̨̫̔̌ ̷̨̩̯̽r̵̰͇͔̈́̕̚ỏ̷̮͖̈͑o̴̡̘̿̚͝m̶̩̈̿͝ ̸̧̟̄̂r̴̥̽͗͘o̷̫̠͍̍̏o̷̜̪͖̿͛͂m̵̹̗̈ ̷̧̦̂̊̈́r̷̢̘̤̉̕o̶̝̦͂ô̴̢m̴̥̏ ̶̄ͅr̴͍͉͙̈́o̶̲͋͝͝o̶̩͉͆m̸͔̗̓ ̸̢̬̼̄͑r̴̡̢͈̉ǫ̷̝̜̂̇ǫ̷͌́m̸͈̐ ̶͇̲̈́͋r̶̫̥̝̎̀o̶̙̿͋ő̶͔͈̋ṃ̶͑̇ (Masked man in the corner Masked man in the corner masked man in the corner he's in the room room room room room room room room room room)

W̴̖͘à̶̹͈͕͂t̵̙̙̑͊̕c̴̛͇̺̝̃͛ḩ̵͍͕͆̚͝i̶̠̜̺͛n̸̜̜̈ĝ̶̗̹̆̉ ̸͉̒Ș̴̔͐̇a̸̩̥͛n̵͙̎ś̵̯̓ ̴̝͔̣̆̋͝s̶̝͐̐l̵̠̾e̸̹̐e̷͚͛͘͠p̴̧͇͑͐͘ ̷̞͌̉̕w̴̼͗̒ả̸̡̩t̴͔̀̌c̶̩̲͌̄h̶̛͕̪̹̍͂i̴̳̣̞͌̂̽n̸͍̊͋̅ǵ̴͙̮̆̆ ̷̨̺̌̏̀S̸̨̱͈̏à̶̬͙ņ̷̝͝s̸̖̹̍͠͠ ̸̖̈́S̷̡̆̎a̴͇̹͒͊̈́ṅ̶͔̮s̴̟͓̈́͜ ̷͈̇i̴̡͔͈̾ś̵̡͚̃ ̵̤͍̐̋̅s̶̻̀̾l̷̝̏̄̂ĕ̴͕̦̖͆̕ẹ̸͔̺̀̈p̴̻̪͒͠͝i̸̜̪̓̐͝n̶̩͔̯̄̈g̸̗̜̔̀̓ ̷̰̠͑̈́h̶̼̩̒̍̒e̷͓̯̥͂͋'̴̞́̈́s̵̤͛̕ ̸͔͓̆͜w̶͓̜̝̓̀a̸̮̰̲̒͛̑ṱ̷̅ͅc̸̢͉͉̿h̴͕̻͍̀i̵̡̗̟̊̇̇ņ̴͚̒g̷̥̋̾ ̸͇̣͙̌h̷̥̄̀i̴̹̓ṃ̸̃ ̶̱̰̄̏s̴̻̘̈́̑͜l̴̥̊ȩ̴̼̯͊̎͘ḛ̶̂͝p̴̡̽͠ ̸͍̊m̴̥͎̀a̴̫͙͘ŝ̴̮̒͝ḵ̷̟͍̋̀͆ȩ̷̟̉̀d̶̜̎͘͜ ̸̼͛̚͘m̶̻̍̄͝a̵̯͛n̷̢̝̼̔̐ ̵̡̙̞͊̎w̶̙̿ȧ̷̫͍̱͛t̵̗̖̙͌̉̾ć̵̖͔̝̓h̶̦͖̹̓i̴̢͉͓̋n̵̺͚̈́ḡ̶͇͎̩ ̵̩͌̈͊S̶̡̧̢̓ä̵̮́n̴̜̩̓s̸̪̫͗͌͠ ̵̩͔̽s̵͋̐̂͜l̵̳͌͒̕e̷̘̙͐e̷̮̟͝p̷͈̻̓͗ͅ ̶̺͑͒͒ẇ̴̙h̴̢͈͆̏͌a̶̭͉̖̽t̶̥͋͗́ ̷̻͙̎̐̕͜i̷̢̳̬̓͒͂s̵̺̮̲͊̒ ̷̼̰̏̉͝h̸̨̰͋̎e̴̘̓̋ ̶̨͇̠̅̍p̴͇̻͈̏l̵̜̼̆͜a̴̼̺̓͝n̸̰̮̍͋̒ͅn̸̙̓͂i̶̢̹̔̈́ņ̵̕g̵̢̃̆̂?̷̛̼̂̏ ̷̢͍̥̇ (Watching Sans sleep watching Sans Sans is sleeping he's watching him sleep masked man watching Sans sleep what is he planning?)

The screen is dark, it's s̷̩̑̃ͅt̷̥̺̀̃a̸̱͔̱̓̄̂t̴̫͎͆̾i̵̬̞̗̋c̵͖̆̔.

T̴̹͛͑h̶͍͒e̷̫͝ ̴̭͈̐m̸̧̨̱͊à̷̬̝̏̐s̷̨͛̆k̷̪̇ě̶̢̛̖̖d̴̟͈̅ ̵̛̠͓m̶̪̞̾a̵̦͓̋ṉ̵̲͂ ̵͔̾̈́̀ͅi̵͇̿͊s̷̺̫͋͗ ̶͈̜̂̈ñ̷̮̠̾o̵͌͘͜͝ẃ̸̧͍̖̋ ̵̞̹̬̎͂̓ȧ̵͔̹͉̊͗b̸̩̒̔́ő̸̟v̶̡͒ẹ̸̢͑̍̕ ̸̛͓͘ͅS̸̞̭̊̐ā̸̭̭n̵͖̔̐̈s̴͕̱̻͋,̶͎͋͜ ̸͔̹̋͑h̴̀͊́ͅẻ̶̮͔̈́͐'̶̮̐͜s̶͓͒ ̶̦́ş̸̳͛̎͜ť̸͕̭͙̚ą̸͖̘̒̇͝n̵̦̬̘̐̈̑d̵̹͒i̸̲͎͛͜ņ̸̹̅g̶͈͈̹͊̍̃ ̶͍͓̰̉a̴̼̜̰͛̇b̶͖̿o̸̦̤̜̒v̸̧̺̞́ḛ̴̛̂ ̸̗̽̔̚t̷̰͎̾͑̍h̷͕͔̩̄e̵̜͆ ̴͕̻̭̽̚b̷̪̐͝ế̵̠͒d̵̺̠̯̐.̸̡̛̤̹͐ (The masked man is now above Sans, he's standing above the bed.)

H̶̨́̆ḛ̴̓͠'̷̨̅͘s̷̨̄ ̶̙̈ǐ̶̩̰n̴̫͈̈́̂ ̸̣͉̀̚f̶̱͖͛ȓ̸̡̞o̸̧͐͑ǹ̸̝t̶̛̬̕ ̷̣́͘o̵͚̊͠f̶̦̈ ̵̰̻̂̅t̷̢́̚ḧ̴͈è̷͎͈̀ ̷̫̚c̷̤̄͠a̷̜͒m̶̨̉͜ę̵͖̐ṙ̴̥̏a̶̖̠̾̃ ̸͔̅͒i̴̛̲n̶̨̄ ̷̪̉̒f̴͙̤͋̀r̷͕̄̋ȏ̵̝͔̌ṅ̴̥ẗ̶̻́ ̵̲͔̐̈́o̴̘̽f̶̼̼̂ ̶̞͑̽ṯ̷̐̆h̵͉͈̋ȇ̶̺ ̷̙̅c̷̜̽a̸̘̠̾́m̶̖̺̄e̸̙̾̑r̸̨͓̉a̴͔̍ ̵͓̌í̴̹n̶̻̓̑ ̷̥̋̎f̵̩̲̽ŗ̵̈ó̷͇͗ň̴͕̟͂t̷̡̲͐̋ ̴̯̭̑͂o̷̦̙͊f̶̯̠̋ ̷͉͕̀t̷̯̋̋h̸̞͠e̴̯̙͑̒ ̸̧̽c̸̢̭̀á̶̢̯͝m̴̤̀̇e̵̻̾r̶̠̩͊̽a̸̮͎̅͛ ̴̤̫̑i̴̫̇̕n̶̪̥̋̇ ̴̱̀f̷̒̚ͅr̴̜̰̂̓o̴͎̊n̸͎͋ț̶̝̎̇ ̴͕͒o̷͙̻͠͝f̴̖̌ ̷̛̺̱t̴̤̃̿h̴͇̙̽e̴̥̍ ̸̹̎̆ç̶̖̀a̷̮͂͐m̴̺̒e̶̲͂̔r̷͚̭͝ǎ̴͇̯͗ ̸̢̇̄ỉ̸͖̤ṅ̵̗ ̸̹̬̎̿f̵̥͋r̶̻̀̾o̵̯̽n̷͙̿̈́ţ̸̎̇ ̵̘́o̸͖̕͝f̸͓̿̚ ̶̲̣́t̶̝̭͒h̵̏ͅe̵̒̀͜ ̴̹͌c̵̜̄́a̶̢͌m̶̜̞͋̉e̸̫̼̽̃r̷̻̫͂͠a̶̭͖͛́ ̶̹̜̅ỉ̴͎̤͛n̴͉͌̍ ̴̯̔f̶̖́̋r̸̙̍̿ó̶̺̕ͅǹ̸̥ť̸̝̰̔ ̵͕̥̓o̴̳̔̏f̸̳̒̊ ̸̰̅̎t̸͎̘̍͂ḫ̴̱̏̚e̶̪̓̌ ̶͈̃c̷̱̓å̴̬̘̃ṁ̸̲̼ë̷͕̖́̅r̸͉̅̉a̸͓̾͑ͅ ̷͈̻͗ï̶̺̗n̶̡͋̐ ̷̖̾̉f̶̊͜r̵̟̋́o̸̱͌n̸̫͗̽t̵͎̓ ̵̱͕̏̕o̸̧͉̐̚f̸̙̈́ ̶͚́̌ẗ̸͙h̷͎̤͌̀e̵̢̼͑ ̶̝̐̀c̴̰̀å̵̩m̶̢̺͒ë̵̦̣́r̵̞̺̈̇ą̴̞͒ ̵̻͒i̵͖̋ň̶̝̂ ̸̺̲̐f̸̺̠̄̕r̵̰̥̂o̷̤̤͛n̴̥͓͑t̸͎͋̊ ̷̛̪̊ơ̴͙͚̈f̷̳̃ ̷͎͚̾t̵͍͑͘h̵͚̜͗e̷̠̦͊ ̴̟̼̿͝c̷̡̡̔͝a̴͍̓͗m̶̡̆e̶̞̚r̸͍̃a̵͔̅ ̴͎̦̉̋ì̶͎͍ṉ̷͆̆ ̸̂͠ͅf̶͈̆͠r̸͖̃o̷̭͊̿n̸̙͍̓͝t̵͙̳͐͑ ̶̳́͠ǫ̷̯̂̾f̴̱͘ ̵̦̀͜ẗ̷́ͅȟ̸͔͍͋e̸̹̾̕ ̵̢̄̎c̴͉͈̈́ä̸͎̺́͛m̴̩̈́̋e̶̛̥͍͒r̷̪̺͂ä̶̜́̕ ̴͍̱́i̷̹̾n̴̩̹̿ ̶̺̽͐f̴̳̞́̀r̷͖̈́ͅǫ̷͓̌̉n̸̝͙͛ṭ̴̙̈́ ̴̡͔͊͠o̵̼̓f̷̢̗͗͘ ̸̤̥͌́ṯ̵͗h̴̥̃̾e̴̩̕ ̶͖͋c̵̡̓̔a̶̮̟͋m̸̲̌͐e̷͙͊r̶̟͛a̴͇̺̒̃ ̷̪̗̋͠i̸̙̎̅n̵̙̬͆́ ̶̡̒͛f̷̙̜̏r̷͕̍o̵͔̕n̴̨͍̑͝t̸̎͝ͅ ̸̬̯̐õ̸̺̼̍f̷̠͍͌́ ̶̢͛t̸̢̖̀h̷̬̣͒̚e̷͍͒̃ ̷͓̲̆c̷̱̿a̷̧̢͠ṃ̷́͝ͅē̸̹r̵͓̱̎̅à̴̞̚ ̷̥̱͠ĩ̶͎n̶̩͑ ̵̪͍̈f̷̪̼́̍r̵̹͎̓o̷͙̟̒͠ñ̵͔̊t̵͓̑ ̵͉̓ọ̸͛f̸̙͊̓ ̴̼̈́͝ṫ̷̯̮h̴̹͠e̶̬͈̒͛ ̴̙͕̀̃c̷̨̟̓̀ạ̷͌m̵̙̊ḛ̵̩́͝ř̷̼̝a̶̰̾̃ ̷̺̪̽i̷̗̽̉n̶̠̱̔̊ ̵̘̥̋̇f̶̱̱̎͝r̴̆͐ͅô̸̢͜n̵̗̼͌t̴̜̠͘ ̴͚̭̋̚ö̷̪͘f̶̯̗̿ ̴̫͌͝ţ̴͇̍͂h̸͙͉͝e̵̜̤̿͌ ̸̺͐̋c̶̟̏̏ą̶̗͛͋m̴̹͍̔e̴͓̬̒̉r̵͙̀͠ǎ̴̦͈̉ ̷̠̌͠i̶͎̲̕n̸̖͘ ̶̙̉f̵͎̪̿r̷͉͉͛̃o̷̭̊n̵̟̟̅̎t̸̫̐̽ ̵̠̄ͅơ̴̘f̵̝͍͊͌ ̶͍̰̐t̵͙̥̃̆h̶̨̠̐̀e̶͙̱͊̓ ̵̯̫̒͒c̷̝̟͛a̵͖̗͗m̵̬̉͌é̷̬́ͅr̸̥̠̎ą̸̞̓ ̴̳̥̾́í̸͉̻n̸͉̖̑̀ ̸̬͌͆f̴̨̣̊̍r̸͎̰͠ó̶̫͉ņ̷͖̆ẗ̷̺̳ ̴̎͜o̶̢̘̊f̶͎͋̍ ̷̝̼̍t̵̖́ͅh̴̳̒̄ë̸̫̳́́ ̴̘͎͐c̵̝̾̚a̷̙̝͒̾m̵͈̙͑͛ê̴̺͝r̸̠̈́̇ȁ̴̢ ̷̭́ͅi̷̟͛̓ǹ̶̢̦ ̴̢͚̈́f̵̻͕͗͝ŗ̶̟͊ö̴̥́̊n̴̯̣̓̕t̷͙̮̓ ̴̜͓̒o̷̹͙̔f̴̩͜͝ ̵͓͇̕t̸̢̙̿h̷̨̎e̵̩̜̎̂ ̶̩̂ċ̶̺ȃ̵̝ͅm̷̳̓͘͜e̶͓͚͗̽r̴̹͝a̸̺̙͛ ̸̡̦̒ĭ̸̮̀n̷͙͂͠ ̷͉̳̄f̵͉͑͘ṟ̵̠̅̌o̸̦͠n̵͓̮̊ț̸̡̾ ̶̲̻̅̀o̸̼͊f̷̹͚́͝ ̶̤͒ţ̴͓͆͝h̶̩͘̕é̸͕̬ ̵̛͔c̷̗̈̏ͅą̵̀̒m̵̱͆̕ë̵͚͂r̵̛̩̃ȧ̴̲̠ ̸̹̔ͅị̶̛̯̈n̴͔̽ ̵̩͎̓̉f̶̧͑ṙ̴͎̩̊ó̵̮͍͝n̵̥̟͝͠t̸̙̆̍ ̸̜̝̋̽ö̸̦̋f̸͖̓͆ ̵̯̀͜t̸͈͍̀h̶͕̰̒̆ë̶̯̗́ ̸̼̏c̶͍̉ḁ̶̙͊m̴̙͗ͅé̸͇r̸̦͝ȧ̶͓͇͊ ̴̲̮̊̃ì̸͙̖n̴̮͇͠ ̸̤̋̍f̷͓͌r̵̗̐o̴̡̞̍̔n̶͕̐t̵̨͔͂ ̵̱̎̈́ŏ̷̤͙̋f̵̘̙̽ ̴̢̊t̴̪̆h̷̞͆ė̸̫ ̴̡̡̓̐c̸̦̒̏ă̵͉̖͒m̶̻̌ĕ̴̡r̴͚̈̓a̴͕̒̀ ̴̬͈͗̿ḭ̷͕͛̔n̸̫̓̿ ̴̧͆f̷̺͍͛̕r̵͈̓͝ő̷̫͜n̶̨̤̋͠ṫ̴̪͔ ̸̣͋ȏ̵̪̌f̵̰͎̊̿ ̷͕̹͗̒t̶̆͜h̸͕̼̆ë̸̛̱̬ ̷̩̙̔č̸̟͝a̶̖̪̐̽m̷̳̈́̿e̷̜̟̎ŕ̴͔̅ͅa̶̙͠ ̸̧͉̿i̵͔̭̊n̸̠̘̓̄ ̸̭̥͊f̸̗̈̆r̴̛̼̖̃ò̴̥͝n̶̡̯͗̾t̴̊͜͠ ̸̧̼̎o̸̡̎f̸̱̟͛̈ ̷͔̥͆t̸̗͗͝h̵͇͗é̷̼ ̸̮̎̿c̷̼͛͌a̵͕̪͆͗m̵͓̟̅e̸̟̒̐r̵̥̊͜a̵̻͐ ̶͔̮̀i̶͚͝n̴̨͑ ̷̝̏f̴̢͊r̷͚̾́ỏ̴͉ñ̵̨t̴̖͋̆ ̴̧̀͂ơ̶̯̇f̵̬̎ ̵̝͒t̷̨͓͐͝h̵̝̝͠e̵̲̋ ̸̖̗̀c̶̯̙̆ä̵͎́m̵̰̥̉͑e̶̞͛̊͜r̸̠̬͝â̵̭̒ ̵̤̭͗̇i̶̖̇n̴̠͝ ̸̺̎̏f̸̮̮̔̀r̴̡̒o̴̭͇̿͝n̵̢̥̾t̶̞͇͊ ̵̙̇̕ǒ̶̈́ͅf̵̬̝͒̽ ̸͉͈̀͠t̷̛̯̊h̶̭͠e̶̳̤͋ ̵̢̑̕c̴̜̚a̶͖̰͒̾ṁ̸̗͝ȅ̴̻̩̀r̴̖̎̓a̶̩̾͜ ̴̥͍̐i̷̙͗͗ñ̷̳̎ ̴̮͕̓̎f̵̨͝ͅr̴̺̂̐o̷̢̖͆͗ņ̵̯̐͊t̵̩͐͜ ̶̥̖̂ò̵̠f̵̼̓ ̴̰̕t̴̤͛͠ͅh̴̡͕̋̆ẽ̸͔ ̶̰̆̿c̶̤̍á̶̧́m̶̖͆͝ẽ̶̢̬͗r̸̳̖̔a̷̪͆̅ ̵̡̛́ĩ̶͈̳n̸͎̂ ̵̠̆͛ͅf̸̳̏r̵͈̓͜ȏ̸̳̜͌ṉ̷͍͒̓ẗ̵̜͚́̄ ̶̺͝o̷̧̪̒͋f̴̱̱̈́̋ ̵̙́t̶̕͜h̵̡͝e̸͓̘͒̂ ̸̞̍̈́ć̵̼̅ạ̶̠́͘m̴̩͝e̸̖͛r̸̲̾ă̸͎ ̶̡͌̕͜ì̵͔n̸͖̪̎͝ ̵̝̲̑f̵̹́͌r̶̹̽͊ŏ̸͖̋n̴̝̘̈́t̵͍̀ͅ ̷̲̎̀ò̸̗f̴̪̀ ̸̧̈t̸͇̄͜h̷̠̐ȅ̸͕̝̓ ̴̦̐c̶͕̼͊̐ȃ̸̜m̵̮̈̾e̸̦͆̽r̷̖̊a̷̢̠̔ ̴̦̠̍͗i̶͕̣͂ñ̷̻ ̶́̍ͅf̴̜̳̍̓r̷̯͆͒ọ̸̍n̴̡̼͗t̶̝̀̚ ̷̢͍̽́o̷͎̺̽̿f̴̺͝ ̸͖̓̏t̸̖͘h̷͕͛́é̸̮̲ ̵̯̋c̸̼̠͒͝a̵̢͌m̷͍̘̅e̴͈̘̎r̶̘̈́̀á̵̲͘ ̶̖̀̓ͅī̸̥̻n̵͓̈́ ̶̘̭̔f̶̤͇̽r̴̢͚̓ö̴̼̻́͘n̸̗͒t̶͙̽ ̶̡̊̓o̷̙͛ḟ̴͍̚ ̸̙̳̑t̵̳̀͊h̴̜̜͊̓e̷̦̋ ̶̧͎͑͘c̴͕̎a̷̻̥̍͝m̷̭̚͠é̶̠͎r̴̜͝ͅa̴̼̪̓

The screen goes black.

[Everything goes back to normal after this. I don't think he did anything but watch me sleep.]

[I think it's a sign totheark, who has been sending me those weird messages to reply to my entries, knows where I live.]

[Ever since I saw that clip, I've been keeping myself locked in my house. I think I'm too involved now.]

[I have to find somewhere safe to hide now.]

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