TERRY: I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself . . .
July 22nd, 1997: Post-Sixth YearFucking Knockturn Alley. I could blame it all on this street. As if the cobblestones breathed corruption, wafting up to my window, coming in the through the cracks and mingling with the pot smoke and dust on the floorboards
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Are you sure you want to stay there? Because my father really wouldn't mind if I let you come crash at his flat, you know. I'm there right now, of course, if that makes a difference.
~Shame
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