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Oct 19, 2006 01:09

Firstly . . well, not firstly, many things came before it, but. . but firstly in this place, I found myself and then I found- that is to say it was place as though I should find it- this strange writing machine. Like a typewriter, but the words appear on this . . holographic sheet of paper? Yes. No. I am unsure.

Where am I? Is this heaven? Am I dead?

STOP BEING SUCH A BLOODY WOMAN! We are NOT in heaven, you festering pustule. Let me out, Jekyll or I will force my way out!

d-d-dear me. .I. . that is to say, that is the other inhabitant of my body. Not really another inhabitant entirely, but. . that is to say. .

I am Mister Edward Hyde. Dr. Jekyll isn't here right now.
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