Fuck!

My paranoia's breaking though.

I had an epiphany on my way home from school today. I thought: "Yes, that's it! It has to be it! The only explanation!"
Yea, not so much.
No documented evidence. None in my hands, anyway.
And it could possibly all be fixed with one simple phone call, text, message, whatever. And what would it read?
Can I borrow your year book?
Sad and true.
I'm officially paranoid.

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