08-21 blogpost

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Title: Back to the start



Just to recap for everyone (that isn't Sam):

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I wanted to try and make a friend.



My attempt with Sam has been a complete failure. A monster showed up and attacked us. Sam doesn't seem to care.

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Finn is working with me to figure out what's going on. I'll figure out what I can do from this point on. I can't go back to Sam's room. I'm with Brandon and Finn for right now.

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And no wonder Brandon and Finn don't visit often. I can't think too clearly with the buzzing sound from their air conditioning. Their door is sticky: it doesn't move without a strong pull. And there's a gold-colored goo all over, like hand sanitizer. But I don't know any sweet-smelling hand sanitizers.

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A strong detergent and ten minutes of scrubbing don't clean up much of the stuff. I won't say anything about it to Brandon. Or Finn. They're nice. I don't want to ruin that.

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Buzzing. Airplanes fly above. Airplanes sound like doors opening. Radio sounds like doors opening. Taking out trash sounds like doors opening. Forwards. Backwards. Away. Sam was never one for the nighttime. I can make this work.

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I can hear footsteps in the hallway. We'll probably talk tonight about what to do next.

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See you.