Statement begins

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Flipping the statement back and forth as I continued to sit there and question why? I mean I can understand why they would have wanted it anonymous. But why, we had a lot of statements that were anonymous but they would at least have a regredient. And I would go on and on with the recordings asking why they would want the statement anonymous in the past but now I know that most don't want people to know their secrets or even. Struggle with what they're hiding.

The statement had been blank but in an envelope and had been opened. I sighed knowing Jon had probably opened with curiosity, that stupid creep.
Unfolding the file it looked very fast written. Barely legible even. before grabbing the tape recorder I could only think of the possibility that it could hold in this one.

"Statement of- " i had flipped it a couple more before just sighing.

 "statement of ||anonymous|| a letter to some one in the archives, Original Statement given.. September, 16 2018.. Audio recording by Marcus. Fairchild .. archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London."

"statement begins"

" I don't know if this will get to your stupid archive! But I've been out here of this stupid exposition for months now but yet no one is around the rubble still stay clear to my skin and I can help but not breath to see anyone that noice the rubble to see my body, I know I'm alive but I can't find who I am. Stupid circus got brother but not me! At least this time."

"Find me Marcus I know you're out there"

"Statement ends- wait- wait wait wait!"

I skimmed over it once again

"Jon! JON!" I quickly staggered out of my chair

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

"But Jon! There no other explanation! This big!"

"Wow-wow Marcus calm down!"

"You don't get it! I'm- I'm going to see him again we- WE GOTTA GO NOW!"

"Marcus slow down! When did this come in?"

"Just yesterday"

"Don't you think it's too late then?"

"No! It just the right time!"

"I'll get my coat and I'll meet you up front!"

"Marcus wait!"

*CLICK*

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