I just hope that no one spills the beans and tells anyone about what I said as a very private conversation. If they do, I am going to be upset, very upset.
There is something going very very wrong though, and it takes too long to figure it out. I can't think or I think too much about nothing that pertains to what I need to think about. I can't focus because my eyes move from side to side and up and down all over the room. Out of the corner of my eye is dark figures rushing past me, and I hear a deep satanic voice calling my name and giving me a message that is too hard to decifer.
Hopefully sometime soon I feel anew, and it won't be so hard to not be weird.
Why do you work at the snake farm Ramona?
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