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I put the journal on the table and sit on the bed, my back facing Elly. What the hell did I just read?
I lost my fucking mind. I am officially crazy. There's no other explication. Or my eyes are failing me after all the beatings I received.
The journal sits on the table, waiting for me to pick it up and read it. But I can't just read it. It's Elly'