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Pila As unpleasant as they are, it's nice to lie back and let these memories wash over me in a dark sweep. It's like a dam that I thought was secure has burst, and I'm not drowning like I thought I would. It's nice too to lie back and feel my bones ache a little. Rather like the pleasure from prodding at a yellow bruise.

Miffy I could pretend there's nobody in. I've managed that the last few days pretty well. Just sat in front of the television, absorbing and staring past arcing dolphins, obnoxious laughing children and actors so appalling they would get rejected for butt films. Sometimes I've cried for a while, but it's all excess fluid. I haven't yet been able to purge anything beginning to touch upon Marty's death.