JacobMarvel
Awake. Head hurts. Dried blood on my face and shirt. Laptop is on, someone's been using. Car's empty. The girl is gone. Nine days lost.
| Coffee. Met a girl in the bookstore. Claims she's being followed. Claims she knows me. Needs a ride home. |
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| Jack's shut off his computer and started drinking. No new data to add to CALVIN speculations. About to be moved along by cops. |
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| Parked outside of the the Bartoamul’s Head, Portsmouth rifling WiFi keystrokes, mashing into Google searches, public records. Rain. |
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