(Marginalia:(Another traced paperclip on the page))
Another one. Identical to the last. It has to be Fill.
Today I accidently knocked Fill’s glass onto the floor.
It was fine. I ignored it since I don’t have a towel to wipe it up. Maybe Fill will mop it up while I sleep, along with all the other things he is apt to do.
I don’t really want to think about the things he is apt to do to me in my sleep.
After a while, my throat began to feel as if it was on fire. I began to whimper. And then just now, I couldn’t take it anymore so I started to slurp the water off the floor, I’m ashamed to admit.
Suddenly, I am very tired.
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