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Friday, March 23, 2007

"Sunday Late Sleep... He hard ring the bell ter no avail, excuses himself she might be unwell; uses his key; tho hesitating to enter unannounced to a doubtful, could be dangerous quick ID greeting. On the living room floor jest off the front entrance door be two thin near naked bodies appearing dead... Sign in to see full entry.

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