I am sorry I haven't kept every one updated. I've been staying away from home for the time being. The past few nights I've been couch hopping once more, it's not the most fun thing in the world, but it beats being there. I've looked all around my house and cannot find a single tape or bit of information that would lead me in a positive direction. Everything is turning up empty handed, or at least, it was.
I contacted my family and asked about where my high school year books might be, old cassettes, anything of that nature. They've got a small storage unit a few miles away and I plan to check there for some old boxes that might contain the information I need. Nothing at my home has proven to be of any use, so I'm going to check there and continue looking.
I was trying to maintain a somewhat normal life, albeit an almost hermit life. I've only kept in contact with a select few, as my trust is wavering. The reason I was prompted to leave my home to begin with was because I heard a lot of hollaring and other racket outside my house. I went downstairs after being rudely awoken by such noise, and saw two figures having a scuffle near my back yard. Then I saw it. That blasted Rabbit Mask. That sick fucker has been too close to my home.
I took my emergency kit, a backpack full of useful objects, food, tools, my knife, the works. I didn't bother calling the cops. We saw how well that went last time. So I got out as quickly as I could. I won't disclose in great detail exactly where I've been staying, I am treasuring my privacy and my secrecy at this moment in time. Took me a little while to get my head on straight and coordinate a plan of "attack" so to speak, but I think heading to that storage unit is my best bet.
I'll be heading there at some point, maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon. The less information I willingly hand out, the better. Thank you everyone who has trying to offer their aid to me. Maybe you all are right, maybe I do need to wake up and stop living in a state of perpetual denial. When I come across anything of worth, I'll archive it by posting a video update. That's the best I can offer right now.
- The Acquitted
Friday, June 10, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
This needs to be fast
Thank you everyone, for helping me with that 23:4 puzzle. Things make a little more sense, but not by much. Perhaps this White Rabbit bastard isn't as much of an enemy as I thought. Maybe he's on my side in some sort of twisted way. Fucking hell, I can't believe I'm entertaining such an idea. The concept of some illusive, enigmatic, murderous psychopath being my ally. God help us when those kinds of horrible people are our friends.
Anyway, I gotta make this as quick as I can, I feel like I've just been given a lead and time may be an obstacle against me. I just recently saw the video White Rabbit posted, a lot of it seemed to be a bunch of garbled nonsense until I started noticing similarities between what was shown and my past. It's crazy, I know, but what about this entire situation isn't crazy? I've been laying low here at my own place, I haven't done any video updates because quite frankly I've been trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.
When I re-watched the White Rabbit video, video 4of0.wmv to be exact, that first clip is exactly indentical to the high school I attended back in 2004. In fact, I dare say it IS the high school I attended. It's not just that, but for a split second we catch the backside of a figure wearing a black hat. I used to wear those exact same clothes when I was around 14-15, I think that's me. I was so excited when I had first got my camera that my friend and I filmed almost everything we did, we even went on to make a few short films that were terrible at best.
I've got dozens and dozens of cassettes here, there's more around this house. Everything is so spread out and messy that I almost don't even know where to begin looking. If I'm right then all the answers I'm looking for could very well be in something I filmed long ago. Furthermore, we even catch a glimpse of my best friend since childhood, a guy by the name of Brandon. He was saying something to the camera about not knowing what was going on, but he looked a lot younger then. It's possible all the clips in that video, or even ALL of White Rabbits videos have been from years ago.
I don't speak to Brandon very often, he went off to join the Navy, and we write or text each other from time to time. But he's always incredibly busy. I'll post a picture of him here at the end, it's a horrible cell phone quality picture, but it was back when he was excited about joining, so he took a picture of himself in his uniform at a motel.
That girl in the video, is similar and yet different from the one White Rabbit murdered outside of Gordon's. It's a haunting image, some sort of painful reminder that tugs on my heart strings but I can't figure out why. It's entirely possible this is the same woman, perhaps at that same young age. I lost contact with a LOT of my friends from High School, in fact I hardly talk to any of them. If that footage indeed came from my camera, it's possible she plays an important role in all this. But why the shot of Brandon? Maybe this presents more questions than answers after all.
I'm not sure what's going to happen after this post, it seems the more I make myself known the deeper into all this I get. I can't just sit by idly trying to defend myself from something that refuses to come to me anymore. Anyone who walks by with a hood drawn sends a sense of panic screaming across my body, which is hard because it's been quite rainy here the past week and anyone walking around has their hood up including myself. I'm growing increasingly paranoid for my well-being.
I'm trying to ignore two thoughts that linger in my mind. The ones that are by far the most pressing and causing the most distress for me. If all those videos are things I've filmed at an earlier age, how did White Rabbit get ahold of that footage? And... What really was that thing I saw in the woods, some sort of Demon, Satan? Or maybe it was Sin incarnate, punishment for something I've done. Good God what have I gotten myself into.
- The Acquitted
Anyway, I gotta make this as quick as I can, I feel like I've just been given a lead and time may be an obstacle against me. I just recently saw the video White Rabbit posted, a lot of it seemed to be a bunch of garbled nonsense until I started noticing similarities between what was shown and my past. It's crazy, I know, but what about this entire situation isn't crazy? I've been laying low here at my own place, I haven't done any video updates because quite frankly I've been trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.
When I re-watched the White Rabbit video, video 4of0.wmv to be exact, that first clip is exactly indentical to the high school I attended back in 2004. In fact, I dare say it IS the high school I attended. It's not just that, but for a split second we catch the backside of a figure wearing a black hat. I used to wear those exact same clothes when I was around 14-15, I think that's me. I was so excited when I had first got my camera that my friend and I filmed almost everything we did, we even went on to make a few short films that were terrible at best.
I've got dozens and dozens of cassettes here, there's more around this house. Everything is so spread out and messy that I almost don't even know where to begin looking. If I'm right then all the answers I'm looking for could very well be in something I filmed long ago. Furthermore, we even catch a glimpse of my best friend since childhood, a guy by the name of Brandon. He was saying something to the camera about not knowing what was going on, but he looked a lot younger then. It's possible all the clips in that video, or even ALL of White Rabbits videos have been from years ago.
I don't speak to Brandon very often, he went off to join the Navy, and we write or text each other from time to time. But he's always incredibly busy. I'll post a picture of him here at the end, it's a horrible cell phone quality picture, but it was back when he was excited about joining, so he took a picture of himself in his uniform at a motel.
I digress, I'm ranting, my head and chest are aching. I've kept things relatively quiet until now, but things are starting to fall into place. There's a lot of garbled text in that video that I'm finding difficulty reading, perhaps someone can lend me a hand here. The sooner I figure out what message White Rabbit is trying to send, the faster I can get on track to solving this mystery and finding out what the hell is going on.
That girl in the video, is similar and yet different from the one White Rabbit murdered outside of Gordon's. It's a haunting image, some sort of painful reminder that tugs on my heart strings but I can't figure out why. It's entirely possible this is the same woman, perhaps at that same young age. I lost contact with a LOT of my friends from High School, in fact I hardly talk to any of them. If that footage indeed came from my camera, it's possible she plays an important role in all this. But why the shot of Brandon? Maybe this presents more questions than answers after all.
I'm not sure what's going to happen after this post, it seems the more I make myself known the deeper into all this I get. I can't just sit by idly trying to defend myself from something that refuses to come to me anymore. Anyone who walks by with a hood drawn sends a sense of panic screaming across my body, which is hard because it's been quite rainy here the past week and anyone walking around has their hood up including myself. I'm growing increasingly paranoid for my well-being.
I'm trying to ignore two thoughts that linger in my mind. The ones that are by far the most pressing and causing the most distress for me. If all those videos are things I've filmed at an earlier age, how did White Rabbit get ahold of that footage? And... What really was that thing I saw in the woods, some sort of Demon, Satan? Or maybe it was Sin incarnate, punishment for something I've done. Good God what have I gotten myself into.
- The Acquitted
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Forget Fate, Forget Destiny
So as you know I've been out of the house for awhile now, pretty much couch hopping between friends and loitering around open all-night conveniance stores. I figure if I keep myself in the public eye, maybe nothing more will happen. Then again, I'd be foolish to think such a thing. I guess it's the only comfort I can take right now when I feel more isolated than I've been in a long time. Thankfully, I learned one thing through my nights of solitude. At the end of the day, the only person I can truly count on is myself.
Speaking of conveniance stores. I've had my fair share of encounters with the police over the past few nights. Anytime I linger in one spot too long they think I'm up to no good and have to bother me with a lot of questions. Eventually I settled on the story that I had gotten into a fight with my "girlfriend" that I was "living with" and decided to leave the apartment for awhile. Most of the times they bought it and simply asked me to move along. Other times they'd run my ID, do a background check, the usual. In all honesty however, being in front of an armed cop made me feel at least a little safer if that thing were to show up.
I came home earlier today, it'll be my first night back here in awhile. Found a dead rose on my doorstep, and nothing else. No note or anything along those lines. I'm not sure if someone left it there for awhile and it simply dried up and died during the hot sun or not. Eitherway that was the only thing that seemed off. Didn't appear there was any forced entry in my absence, and nothing seemed to be missing. I've been helping myself to what little beer I left in the fridge in a failed attempt to try and relax. It's really not helping too much.
Something about the air here in this home feels more oppressive than it ever has. If what Gordon had said was correct the last time we spoke, then there were in fact more of those freaks out there, probably more than I could imagine. I know they couldn't have lost me so easily, someone had to have been keeping tabs on me for months, maybe even years. This all is proving problematic because I truly don't know who I feel I can trust. Recent events have filtered out a majority of people I knew, and left only a handful I know I can rely on.
I don't even want to get into that thing I encountered at the woods. I haven't seen any signs of it nearby, but I have a bad feeling about being in this neighborhood. Regardless, I'm getting tired of running. At least if I'm on my home soil, maybe I'd stand a bit better of a chance to defend my self should the need arise. No word from that White Rabbit bastard since he contacted me on YouTube. I still don't know what to think of him, or her, or whatever. Though I noticed something interesting in all the White Rabbit videos, a signature near the end, and a number at the top left of the screen. "23:4" Any idea what that means?
Anyway, I'm taking the liberty of spending the rest of my evening making sure my home is quite secure. I'll be searching through whatever I can find to make something explosive, I should have adequate materials to make some light bulb bombs. It would take a few of those detonating directly on a person to do significant damage, but that's not what I'm counting on. At the least, they'll be enough of a painful and bright distraction for me to either escape or close the gap.
As for that woman, I'm going to take the advice of someone on YouTube and look through some old tapes of mine. I'll also be checking through my old high school year books. I know I've seen her before but I can't quite put my finger on it. If I'm lucky, maybe it'll prove a sufficient lead to figure out what the hell is going on. Good God, what have I gotten myself into?
Say a prayer for me guys.
Speaking of conveniance stores. I've had my fair share of encounters with the police over the past few nights. Anytime I linger in one spot too long they think I'm up to no good and have to bother me with a lot of questions. Eventually I settled on the story that I had gotten into a fight with my "girlfriend" that I was "living with" and decided to leave the apartment for awhile. Most of the times they bought it and simply asked me to move along. Other times they'd run my ID, do a background check, the usual. In all honesty however, being in front of an armed cop made me feel at least a little safer if that thing were to show up.
I came home earlier today, it'll be my first night back here in awhile. Found a dead rose on my doorstep, and nothing else. No note or anything along those lines. I'm not sure if someone left it there for awhile and it simply dried up and died during the hot sun or not. Eitherway that was the only thing that seemed off. Didn't appear there was any forced entry in my absence, and nothing seemed to be missing. I've been helping myself to what little beer I left in the fridge in a failed attempt to try and relax. It's really not helping too much.
Something about the air here in this home feels more oppressive than it ever has. If what Gordon had said was correct the last time we spoke, then there were in fact more of those freaks out there, probably more than I could imagine. I know they couldn't have lost me so easily, someone had to have been keeping tabs on me for months, maybe even years. This all is proving problematic because I truly don't know who I feel I can trust. Recent events have filtered out a majority of people I knew, and left only a handful I know I can rely on.
I don't even want to get into that thing I encountered at the woods. I haven't seen any signs of it nearby, but I have a bad feeling about being in this neighborhood. Regardless, I'm getting tired of running. At least if I'm on my home soil, maybe I'd stand a bit better of a chance to defend my self should the need arise. No word from that White Rabbit bastard since he contacted me on YouTube. I still don't know what to think of him, or her, or whatever. Though I noticed something interesting in all the White Rabbit videos, a signature near the end, and a number at the top left of the screen. "23:4" Any idea what that means?
Anyway, I'm taking the liberty of spending the rest of my evening making sure my home is quite secure. I'll be searching through whatever I can find to make something explosive, I should have adequate materials to make some light bulb bombs. It would take a few of those detonating directly on a person to do significant damage, but that's not what I'm counting on. At the least, they'll be enough of a painful and bright distraction for me to either escape or close the gap.
As for that woman, I'm going to take the advice of someone on YouTube and look through some old tapes of mine. I'll also be checking through my old high school year books. I know I've seen her before but I can't quite put my finger on it. If I'm lucky, maybe it'll prove a sufficient lead to figure out what the hell is going on. Good God, what have I gotten myself into?
Say a prayer for me guys.
“I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.”
- The Acquitted
Thursday, April 28, 2011
She left
She just... up and left. I guess I can't say I blame her. She's enduring enough in her life, she doesn't need me, or the burdens I undoubtedly place upon her shoulders. I do not believe you'll be hearing about Sara from this point on. It's all for the best. She doesn't deserve to be dragged down into this situation, especially if I brought this all on myself.
I'm gonna miss her. That much is for sure. Quite some time was devoted for her only for it all to crumble to dust. I really don't want to go into too many details. Even now I don't desire to type up another blog. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally. I haven't been to my home, I haven't been anywhere near that area.
I need to find a new place to go. I'm typing this all up on my laptop through a shitty unsecured network. If I type a few words it will lag, and take a couple moments to finally catch up to what I've actually written. I'd head back to the library and purchase more time there on a more stable network, but I'm slowly running out of money.
I'll need to get back to my life eventually. With any luck, maybe this has all blown over. I don't know. I just don't know anymore.
I'm sorry for failing you Sara. I'm sorry I wasn't everything you wanted. Forgive me.
- The Acquitted
I'm gonna miss her. That much is for sure. Quite some time was devoted for her only for it all to crumble to dust. I really don't want to go into too many details. Even now I don't desire to type up another blog. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally. I haven't been to my home, I haven't been anywhere near that area.
I need to find a new place to go. I'm typing this all up on my laptop through a shitty unsecured network. If I type a few words it will lag, and take a couple moments to finally catch up to what I've actually written. I'd head back to the library and purchase more time there on a more stable network, but I'm slowly running out of money.
I'll need to get back to my life eventually. With any luck, maybe this has all blown over. I don't know. I just don't know anymore.
I'm sorry for failing you Sara. I'm sorry I wasn't everything you wanted. Forgive me.
- The Acquitted
Saturday, April 23, 2011
That's not me.
Ever since the posting of that last video, I've been feeling incredibly ill. So much has happened since then but it all feels like it's only been a matter of hours. It's so hard to describe with this constant pounding in my head. I have to make this blog quick and to the point, I'm currently on my last little bit of internet time here at this library and I thought I'd at least post to let people know I'm still alive.
I haven't been to my place much. After the video, I ran back home, and managed to stay there for the night. I've never been so uneasy and paranoid in my whole life. Even in the little sleep I managed to get, I was still clinging to my knife so tightly that my fingers were going numb. It felt like every few minutes my eyes would shoot wide open and I'd be greeted by nothing but darkness. Even the shadows themselves never seemed so black. The morning after was no better. I was coughing and throwing up profusely, and I still feel that way even now.
I haven't really talked to anyone. What the hell am I supposed to say? Some demonic looking creature straight out of the Hellsing manga decided to try and attack me in the woods? I already look like I'm on the lunacy fringe right now, talking like that would only further confirm my deteriorating mental state.
I truly don't feel like anywhere is safe right now. I keep expecting to turn my head and be greeted by something unholy and terrifying. Every few seconds I swear I can see those horrible black tentacles out of the corner of my eye. Just flowing effortlessly through the air and begging me to sit still long enough to make that THING'S job easier.
I need to try and get ahold of someone. I've been trying to contact Sara recently but there's no luck. I'm going to be on my way to her place soon. I won't be bringing my camera, I don't have time or the means to film this whole ordeal right now. I need to get my head straight. Maybe seeing the girl I love will help calm me. I don't know anymore. I'm willing to try anything to just make this anxiety go away.
- The Acquitted
I haven't been to my place much. After the video, I ran back home, and managed to stay there for the night. I've never been so uneasy and paranoid in my whole life. Even in the little sleep I managed to get, I was still clinging to my knife so tightly that my fingers were going numb. It felt like every few minutes my eyes would shoot wide open and I'd be greeted by nothing but darkness. Even the shadows themselves never seemed so black. The morning after was no better. I was coughing and throwing up profusely, and I still feel that way even now.
I haven't really talked to anyone. What the hell am I supposed to say? Some demonic looking creature straight out of the Hellsing manga decided to try and attack me in the woods? I already look like I'm on the lunacy fringe right now, talking like that would only further confirm my deteriorating mental state.
I truly don't feel like anywhere is safe right now. I keep expecting to turn my head and be greeted by something unholy and terrifying. Every few seconds I swear I can see those horrible black tentacles out of the corner of my eye. Just flowing effortlessly through the air and begging me to sit still long enough to make that THING'S job easier.
I need to try and get ahold of someone. I've been trying to contact Sara recently but there's no luck. I'm going to be on my way to her place soon. I won't be bringing my camera, I don't have time or the means to film this whole ordeal right now. I need to get my head straight. Maybe seeing the girl I love will help calm me. I don't know anymore. I'm willing to try anything to just make this anxiety go away.
- The Acquitted
Saturday, April 16, 2011
I don't know what to think
Got a video up on YouTube, which I'm sure has been seen already. Virtually everything I needed to say was already said. All this shit still doesn't feel real. I can't get ahold of Gordon. It shows he's online sometimes on Skype, but he doesn't stick around long enough to reply. But I guess it's at least a good sign that he's not dead. I'll probably visit him in a few days, right now I'm very tired physically and mentally. Not to mention I'm also a little nervous of being near that area.
I swear the cops here are just for show. They have no problem pulling people over for the silliest reasons, but when something serious actually happens they accuse it of being fake. I guess I can't really blame them, from what I gather no body was ever found. There were no drops of blood, no sign of struggle, nothing of the sort. Which is strange because there was quite a bit of blood that I saw on that footage.
From what I can tell it looks like she was stabbed a few times in the abdomin, pausing the video at the right time definitely shows the skin lifting and what appears to be her intestines exposed amidst a mess of blood. There was quite a bit of blood smeared across her neck and face in general, I'm guessing the attacker muffled her screams with his own bloodied hand. I'm no crime expert, but it didn't look like blood flowing from her mouth, but rather blood that was rubbed on her face.
Just thinking about it is making me pretty ill right now. It was impossibly hard to sleep last night, though for some strange reason I did manage to nod off for a little while. In my unconscious state I remember having a very vivid dream of going through a field that had fire slowly spreading throughout it. The flames were licking at the air, and from them thousands of glistening red and orange butterflies took flight. It was like they were a part of the fire itself and sought to spread to the sky. That's about all I recall bfeore waking up abruptly to a noise outside my room.
Thankfully however, it was just my cat scratching at a nearby box. That's just his way of letting me know he's hungry. Even still it made my heart jump, it's to the point where I'm sleeping with a knife underneath my pillow. I felt kinda silly charging out my door, holding a knife, only to be greeted by my small furry pet. I've always hated how he wakes me up sometimes, but I can definitely say this was one night I was relieved to find him parked on the ground looking up curiously at me.
I've talked to Sara a little bit about the incident that happened the other day. She was planning to come over today but I think something came up. Can't say I blame her, I feel dead, I wouldn't want to be around me either. Unlike her however, I don't have a choice.
Take care everyone.
- The Acquitted
I swear the cops here are just for show. They have no problem pulling people over for the silliest reasons, but when something serious actually happens they accuse it of being fake. I guess I can't really blame them, from what I gather no body was ever found. There were no drops of blood, no sign of struggle, nothing of the sort. Which is strange because there was quite a bit of blood that I saw on that footage.
From what I can tell it looks like she was stabbed a few times in the abdomin, pausing the video at the right time definitely shows the skin lifting and what appears to be her intestines exposed amidst a mess of blood. There was quite a bit of blood smeared across her neck and face in general, I'm guessing the attacker muffled her screams with his own bloodied hand. I'm no crime expert, but it didn't look like blood flowing from her mouth, but rather blood that was rubbed on her face.
Just thinking about it is making me pretty ill right now. It was impossibly hard to sleep last night, though for some strange reason I did manage to nod off for a little while. In my unconscious state I remember having a very vivid dream of going through a field that had fire slowly spreading throughout it. The flames were licking at the air, and from them thousands of glistening red and orange butterflies took flight. It was like they were a part of the fire itself and sought to spread to the sky. That's about all I recall bfeore waking up abruptly to a noise outside my room.
Thankfully however, it was just my cat scratching at a nearby box. That's just his way of letting me know he's hungry. Even still it made my heart jump, it's to the point where I'm sleeping with a knife underneath my pillow. I felt kinda silly charging out my door, holding a knife, only to be greeted by my small furry pet. I've always hated how he wakes me up sometimes, but I can definitely say this was one night I was relieved to find him parked on the ground looking up curiously at me.
I've talked to Sara a little bit about the incident that happened the other day. She was planning to come over today but I think something came up. Can't say I blame her, I feel dead, I wouldn't want to be around me either. Unlike her however, I don't have a choice.
Take care everyone.
- The Acquitted
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Miserable
I feel absolutely miserable right now. I got a little rest last night at Gordon's house, but not enough to really feel much better. My eyes still burn from exhaustion, and my body feels like it weighs ten tons.
On my way to Gordon's house I once again had the feeling I was being followed, but I didn't get my camera out in time. I noticed a black hooded figure lingering behind a row of cars, but when I went to inspect it there was nothing there. I'm starting to suspect this is less about a prank and possibly something a bit more serious. That or this sleep deprivation is really getting the better of my mental state.
To further elaborate on my deteriorating thought process, last night was a trippy experience all together. It would feel like I was sitting beside myself, watching me, watch Gordon play a video game. It was rather redundant but rather strange as well. I can only describe the event as similar to my previous experiences with Astral Projection but in a different form. I can't recall fading in and out of consciousness, as anytime I felt like I was watching myself, the me that I was watching looked wide awake (albeit "zombified").
I came home early this morning though I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. To my surprise there were no random notes, and nothing seemed out of place or out of the ordinary. This was only a temporary relief. I'm hoping perhaps I can get more than just a few hours of sleep tonight.
On a side note, I wound up leaving my camera over at Gordon's last night and am hoping to get it back before I rest. We'll see how that goes. He says it'll be here either tonight or tomorrow, whenever he feels like taking time out of his schedule to deliver it to me. Can't really blame him, he gets about as much sleep as I have. Right now even I'm too exhausted to walk through the neighborhood to get it myself.
That's all for now. Take care everyone, wish me luck on my attempts at sleep.
- The Acquitted
On my way to Gordon's house I once again had the feeling I was being followed, but I didn't get my camera out in time. I noticed a black hooded figure lingering behind a row of cars, but when I went to inspect it there was nothing there. I'm starting to suspect this is less about a prank and possibly something a bit more serious. That or this sleep deprivation is really getting the better of my mental state.
To further elaborate on my deteriorating thought process, last night was a trippy experience all together. It would feel like I was sitting beside myself, watching me, watch Gordon play a video game. It was rather redundant but rather strange as well. I can only describe the event as similar to my previous experiences with Astral Projection but in a different form. I can't recall fading in and out of consciousness, as anytime I felt like I was watching myself, the me that I was watching looked wide awake (albeit "zombified").
I came home early this morning though I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. To my surprise there were no random notes, and nothing seemed out of place or out of the ordinary. This was only a temporary relief. I'm hoping perhaps I can get more than just a few hours of sleep tonight.
On a side note, I wound up leaving my camera over at Gordon's last night and am hoping to get it back before I rest. We'll see how that goes. He says it'll be here either tonight or tomorrow, whenever he feels like taking time out of his schedule to deliver it to me. Can't really blame him, he gets about as much sleep as I have. Right now even I'm too exhausted to walk through the neighborhood to get it myself.
That's all for now. Take care everyone, wish me luck on my attempts at sleep.
- The Acquitted
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