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182 notebooks.  And I don’t understand a word.  I found an object in my closet.  I don’t know what it is.  It is not mine. It belongs to the other who wants to steal my brain, the one who thinks he is me.  I want to take it to Spiller but I don’t trust him.  He snoops, he wants something  that he won’t admit to.  Temporalis, Temporalis — they are the scourge.  Are they trying to steal my mind?  Are they the ones I must destroy?  The buzzing won’t stop.  I haven’t slept in three days, the baleful eyes of the Sinister One haunt me.

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