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Go to the House, They Said
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2014
"It's... Been a while since I've thought about this experience, and who could blame me, the fear and terror we were put through. When someone mentions that house, I can't help but feel as if I'm there again. All the horror and sadness of it all feels as if it is happening then and there. Recently, I found my journal. Oh God, I thought I had thrown that away just months after we had escaped from that house... I thought it'd be good for my blog, you know? Still, that did not help my case. Still... I have that contract. Every time I see it, I stare at one signature.... Feli-Kun's. Sure, I was eager to sign it back then, to break out of my inferiority complex. Apparently not eager enough, though..."
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