I've seen him a few more times outside the windows. I always ask for more shifts when he shows up. Hoping that he'll go away before I have to leave.
Nothing's happened like last time.
I can't believed he talked. Well, sort of talked. He's never done that before. Or at least I've never been there when he's done that. I've heard of him...doing things, but I always thought that he never talked. I wonder why. Why he doesn't just kill me.
Fuck.
Whatever. I can't worry about it. It'll happen or it won't. I'm not running anymore.
I'm going to try and live my life, until it's gone.
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