Chapter 17

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Dear Diary

I think I passed out, everything is black again except for a dim shimmer of light from an unknown soruce.

The air is cold. I can't hear anything, I can't see anything except for the paper infront of me. I can't feel anything. I'm not sure where I am.

I think I'm dead...

Frankey


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