Entry Twenty-four

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June 27th, 1981

The basement of the abandoned house in the woods is set up to carry out my plan. My biggest problem will be finding children for testing. Parents don't often send their kids away without knowing exactly where they'll be, or worse, requesting to be present. I can't have those kinds of complications. I won't allow for it.

I will start applying to run programs in my legal practice, for children with trouble sleeping from nightmares and night terrors. It will be a masterpiece and the most efficient and semi-legal way to complete my studies.

If I start planning the whole thing out now, I'll be able to commence before I even graduate. The time I missed was nothing, catching up is as simple as breathing and my new friend, Mr Hunt, he's a real treasure. We've hit it of so well. He understands my practice, sometimes I think he enjoys it more than I do. He's an odd fellow.

I'm giving him a trial run, should he do anything out of the ordinary, he will be demoted from friend stays and placed directly in a holding cell to become my next guinea pig.

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