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I don't like it here.

What do you people want from me? It’s not easy you know, when you know what I know about the world. When you know about Hell itself and all the things trapped down there. But I get called crazy, psychotic, sometimes just a plain old bitch.
They want me to leave Sam alone and he doesn’t WANT me to leave him alone. They want me to say that I was wrong.
Blah Blah Blah, they don’t know me, they never know me, and they never know Sam.

Sam, find me, when you can?

Ruby.