Entry Number 050603A

He pulled me aside, outside of the mess of the kitchen that was currently getting cleaned and disinfected.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him, closing my eyes quickly. It was as if I was trying to look away from my own lie.

"He's dead. He told me before I killed him. I know nothing except what he told me."

"And what did he tell you?"

My heart was jumping straight through my chest. Head swarming as I felt violated, preened through.

And what did I do? I told him.

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