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Me, Rita and Joseph went to the showers to grab Patrick.
We were going to go somewhere to do something, but it hardly matters now.
We found him, gutted and splayed, his blood pouring right down the drain.
It made a soft gurgling noise at first, until Rita screamed, pointing at the body.
It was him.
He was making the noise.
That noise.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
make it stop make it stop make it stop
MAKE IT STOP.
we have to get out of here, we need to get out of here.
No one can see this. no one can see this.
what if they find it. 

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