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wednesday, may 20, 1998, 04:36 my foot sitting here, cold and wet, reminds me, running through the tunnels, hearing the alarm in the distance, scooting up and out the manhole cover before they got there. so tired now, it being morning and me waking up this morning to the sound of channing asking me whether or not i wanted to get breakfast. problem was that i hadn't remembered falling asleep, nor had i remembered getting up to answer the phone. next thing i knew, i was talking on the phone, pondering that very thing. why am i still dressed i asked? i didn't have a good answer. This time, i'm going to know how i got into bed.
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