Rereading House of Leaves.
My mouth is full of strange garlic flavor, left over from last night's poorly considered snack choice.
I got to the first part where the editor mentions the Whalestoe Letters, so I flipped through them briefly. Ugh.
Then I left school, and went to a drug store. Buying rat poison seemed oddly... loaded. As if I were in a
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