I have to agree that I’m the one  
causing it, but I just don’t know where
the controls are.                      
     She’s the only one that’s ever    
been able to find them.                
     Other people have tried, including
you, but no one’s ever come close,     
except her.                            
     I think, and I’m sure that you’ll 
probably agree, that love has something
to do with it, if not almost everything
to do with it.                         
     Love's a pretty powerful thing,   
especially when it’s true.             
     The first time she saw me going   
through it, and the hitting started,   
she wrapped her arms around my neck and
begged me to stop, and I couldn’t hit  
her. I just couldn’t.                  
     I gave you a good wallop that     
* first time, remember?                    
     Anyway, she started  crying, and  
then I started crying. Probably not for
the same reason, because some how she’d
found where the stop button was and    
stopped that fucking video.            
     After she did  that, I told her   
everything, except about my secret     
friends.                               
     More on Beth, and my secret       
friends, later.                        
     I’ve got a whole bunch of other   
stuff to talk about first, before I can
even get to what happened on the 15th. 
     I know this is gonna sound really 
weird and make no sense what so ever,  
but it did make some sense back then.  
I just can’t remember why exactly.     
     Sometimes I think, it can be a    
pain in the ass having a perfect       
memory, because it’s so much more      
frustrating when it doesn’t work right.



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