Although some people aren't as stupid and ball grabbing as I but this information is important. I am currently busy trying to hack into Belfast Police HQ. he finally remembers who he is. Paul Spector 32 Male Belfast Strangler He attacks the detective I met a few times. *forty eight hours later* "So- Paul Spector has passed away." I choke on my water and run closer to the television set "Paul Spector was a thirty two year old male who was sentenced to life in prison after the Belfast murders. He was deliberately shot under police custody, and now he has taken it upon himself to hang himself in closet of the physiatrics facility's was being housed in." I shut the television off. Curl in a ball. And cry. *midnight* I wipe my tears and begin to pack my things. I look around remembering him. Remembering us. I inhale softly. Exhale deeply. My eyes and body feel like they are about explode into tiny pieces. I put him as my lock screen and home screen to remember how much I loved him. How much he truly changed my life as I head home. Back to the Untied States of America. My body wants to shut sown. Everything wants to shut down. I finally get home from what seems like a lifetime of hell.
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My nightmares are plagued with Peter Baldwin Paul Spector.
