Some part of me still thinks this is a test. Is this a test? This has to be a fucking test.
I look around.
Test. I'm on a virtual test. Rat test. Rat in a maze test.
MOnkey on a typewriter.
Monkey and the fucking box.
You shake the box, you opened it, there's nothing fucking in it. Scrap of paper. It says, "Peter."
I met him at 7-Eleven.
Peeeeteeeer. WAit. Trick. NO.
You go back. d.
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