I woke up just an hour ago. It's almost 9:30 at night. I don't remember anything happening since early April. When I woke up, I was surrounded by the pages of Claire's journal. The cover was on the floor, the binding ripped. I collected all the pages and put them back in order. It was like, my mind couldn't process anything new. I could only put everything back.
I don't know what to do anymore.
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