MY FINAL NOTIFICATION
The paper said I was going out the same
way I came in, and it was signed by some
gem of a guy in white coat. I laughed. He
walked. Never seen again, I guess I gotta'
die again. There ain't nothing but misery
atop Misery Hill, and my campsite up
there's been kept warm and filled. So,
where I'm headed you can't come,
though you'll be there soon enough
yourself. Listen up, and then some.
My dog makes noises in her sleep.
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