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Jay was laying on the floor. The smell of his blood suffocated me. It was disgusting. There was so much of it...all over the bombs, over his radio, everything.

No. No. No. This cannot be happening. Did someone find out already? Is it the government? Are they already targeting us? Who did this?! Who...

Jay, I'm sorry. This whole group was my idea. I should've never...got you involved...I'm..

Sorry.

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