Part 7: My Journal

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I opened my journal and sat on the ground of the old abandoned burnt house. 

|January 27,4046|

|its been one wild year I killed my boss two months ago! I'm going insane! My Brain Is Breaking. every day I'm in this place I get closer and closer to death! BUT WHY must I keep doing this Why must I| I write down |if anybody who's not me or my friends are reading this I must be dead| I'm not dead right now though |why must I keep going? why oh why? because I must Finnish my job that's why, Yes Thats It! but what is my job? my job is- my job is to.....|

I call -Bozo-

"hey bozo"

"bozo answer the phone"

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