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Post by John Bristow on Nov 23, 2007 18:19:09 GMT -5
Day 564
Dear Diary,
I've met a fantastic man, he's sweet and kind, yet sad. You see he's not like normal men, he seems like he was taken apart and sewn back together, like in that novel, Frankenstein, but... he's got a name.
He calls himself Wilbur and I can tell that he fears himself more than he is afraid of me. Something terrible must have happened to him, something awful that made him not trust anyone.
He called me an angel, I wish I could live up to his expectations. He's so sweet and innocent it's almost like if he has done what I think he has done, it would make no sense.
I fear the poor man, was not in control of his actions at one time... and may have... hurt someone, or more than one someone. And I am sure he is afraid he will hurt me, but I didn't run away, nor shall I! He needs a friend and so do I! I will continue to bring him food and anything that he needs, because I believe he has a soul worth saving.
Porfavor, madre de dios, save him.
Save me.
-Love Lorelei
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 28, 2007 5:01:00 GMT -5
Day 567
Dear Diary,
I felt the baby kick today.
Sadly I was sitting in the room waiting for a man to wake up... that I hit in the head with a rock. He deserved it! He's a vulgar disgusting cad and deserved all the pain I caused him.
Sadly I don't think he felt anything, since... he seems to all ready be dead.
I know I sound crazy by saying it and now I feel even crazier writing it, but it's true, he cut his arm and there was no blood. I fell asleep in the room and woke up to him wearing clothes he didn't have with him.
He said he wouldn't call the cops if I kissed him... I couldn't let him call the cops so I did.
And dear lord I liked it, he had the softest most inviting lips I've ever felt.
But I imagine, he's the sort of vain man that would know that.
Ugh!
-Always Lorelei
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