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May 31st, 20XII

The sun's down. I've been blacking in and out for what must be hours now. Not sure exactly what time it is, but that's not important.

Arm's broken and the spring blade's in no better shape. Can't move or even feel my legs...must be pinned.

Uck. I can taste yesterday's breakfast...don't remember there being blood in it. This is a terrible time for jokes. 'Far more a time for such than depression,' he tells me.

At least I'm not alone.'No, just crazy,' he retorts. For some reason I stop hearing his voice. The room starts spinning; vision's going dark. Well now, this sucks...

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