Just what is it that you want, please? We've found something. What? A mistake? We're not sure. I don't think it's a mistake, I think it's something else. What?
His eyes had been on the clock over the door, now they swiveled smoothly to lay in direct line with Mark's own vision, and he couldn't avoid reading exactly what was Implied. Hal looked to the floor. And then sighed to himself.
Mark's heart began to jar his panic into over gear, he was now aware that this person, and who knows how many others (didn't he say "We're"?), have finally stumbled in an impossible way, as to suddenly reveal that one thing he'd struggled so hard against the world to keep hidden.
Just tell me how.
Hal backed to the sealed, soundproof door, and place his hand on the latch. And with a click, he turned and left him alone. Surprised.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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