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[acidcut]

[his handwriting's scraggly and uneven, rushed and impatient]

Alright, own up. Who's pulling this one? It's a good one, I'll give you that, but I'm getting just a bit annoyed.

I've burned got rid of this damn thing three times now, and it keeps on coming back. So I'm guessing you've got a job lot of creepy write-for-themselves journals. That's

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[icouldpretend]

Coming back?

That's a new one.

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That's what I said wrote said.

[icouldpretend]

What do you mean? I'm assuming it didn't just up and walk back to your doorstep.

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I mean what I wrote. Got rid of it and it reappeared [little jagged stars surround the word] Hasn't got it's own legs. It's a book.

[icouldpretend]

Books don't usually just up and [ Teddy mimics his handwriting perfectly, down to the little jagged stars. ] reappear on their own, either. Or write.

Legs ain't that far of a stretch.

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I already figured it's got legs and lockpicks and a deathwish. Just not it's own.

[icouldpretend]

Any ideas whose?

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Think I'd be talking writing talking to you if I knew?

[icouldpretend]

Oh yeah, cause I can tell this strategy's really working out for you.

[acidcut]

You got something better to suggest?

[icouldpretend]

Nope.

I figure you're doing just fine on your own.

[acidcut]

Thanks for the input.