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October 7th.
I have no idea what I am doing.
I don’t even know where to begin here, it’s not like he gave me fricking instructions here. I suppose I should stop writing, and go back and read what he’s already written, so I have a better idea of what I should be writing here.
Alright so if you haven’t figured it out, I am not Adrian.
Hi, I’m Abigail.
Adrian was shot in the head, and I think he is dying, and he asked me to take over for him before he slipped into unconsciousness. Well, he didn’t specifically ask me to, but I figured it out with Mallory’s help.
I’ll write more as soon as I can.
God this is fucked up. I feel like a thief looking at this stuff.
Abby
NEXT ENTRY
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