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I just received a phone call. It was from Susan, a mother. She explained to me that her child is not her child. She noticed it last night. Susan told me that her child looked quite monstrous in the reflection of the mirror.

I've her address. I will leave and slay this beast.

So, suggestions for the best way of dealing with the aftermath of dying and then waking up in your bed without a wound on you?


[Harriet]

Please tell me they sent you back, too.