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"There were big blue eyes, they burned like poison, why is this happening?"

I've started writing a diary about all the things that are happening because Phil said it might help me make sense of it.

"Last night the time seemed to stop. I kept counting but the clock wouldn't change. I should go see a doctor, this is starting to get serious"

"Phil??" I call out, closing the small diary that has a cover to look like a death note.

"Phiiiiiil??" I call again.

I grumble and pick up my phone seeing a text:

[Philly Boy: hey dan, louise tom and I decided to go out and get you somestuff to hekp you feel better. I made warm tea for you, it's in the microwave. Please get some rest. 😸😸]

I guess I'll go get some tea then.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 25, 2017 ⏰

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