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Log #4

They knocked on my door last night. Softly at first, politely easing off.
It then came stronger, I wouldn't be surprised if the wood splintered.

It was just one of them who knocked—

"Alright then," a drum of fingers against the door
"Fuck you too!" he cursed, as he finally dragged his hands across the wood one last time.

But something about
that voice that voice that voice,

Keeps hitting replay in my mind.

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