I don't know what I'm looking for exactly, but I know I'm not sleeping. (Not sleeping again, I might say - it's becoming something repetitive.) I know it's two and I know he's not coming home again and I know the streets are crawling with them and I know it's been quiet down at the store. Way too quiet. Eerily, disorientatingly quiet and we're all
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And I wouldn't worry none too much about that survey thingie. As it has made me out to be some sort of psycho bent on the destruction of grocery store personnel, I can't really hold too much stock in it.
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