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[AUDIO LOG NUMBER THREE; TRANSCRIBED]
- There’s someone new hanging around.
- He started appearing just before all of this started.
- He won’t tell me his name. I don’t even know what his deal is.
- He just keeps calling himself my friend, and he’s always…
- Smiling.
- He reminds me of the doctor.
- He goes in-and-out a lot.
- Why does he get to? Where does he go? Why can’t I go too?
- (pause)
- Sometimes it’s nice to have company. He’s more fun than the doctor, atleast.
- … But sometimes…
- Sometimes he’s really awful.
- He’ll turn into you, or someone else.
- He’ll just… mock me. He’ll mock me until I start crying.
- Then he’ll laugh, and leave.
- The doctor told me to be patient with him. Says he doesn’t know any better.
- … Sounds like something that dad would say.
- When I was a kid and mom would yell at me, I’d run out to the porch when my throat got too sore from yelling.
- Dad would come to comfort me. It didn’t really help.
- I know he was trying his best. But he’d rub my back, and tell me that moms just ‘tough’, that I just need to ‘stick it out’.
- I never understood that, as a kid. It made me so angry, actually.
- Why should I have to stick it out? Why can’t the people around me just… be better?
- But now…
- Maybe I understand what he meant.
- There are some people we just can’t change.
- … And there are some people we just can’t get away from.
[END]