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January 10 2005, 3:00 PM
Dammit. After I made my last entry, I realized that I had forgotten something very important. I had to go back. Sure enough, George was waiting all along. It’s like he was sending powerful mental interference waves to disrupt my thought process and force me to come back home by making me forget! “Brrrrowr?” George demanded. I opened the can of tuna. There must be a way out, I thought as I drained the juice into George’s designer fish-patterned stoneware bowl. When I went to the bathroom, I found a message from George taped to the mirror. |
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