Dear Diary,
The figure in the other room haunts my thoughts. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s connected to me, that it’s been waiting for me to find it. The room feels different now, like it’s watching me more closely, anticipating my next move.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks
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