Chapter Seventy Two
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After Cameron went upstairs I eventually went to bed again. for myself within that nightmare.
This time around, I was even further than the last time. But I was finally able to see that whatever it is that she had in that blanket, head shape, like it was bulky, like it was two or three slumpy things that she was holding, and holding very tightly to her chest, the way that she cradled that blanket, making sure that it fully conceals whatever it is that she was carrying through those woods, just did not make sense to me. I wish that she could turn around, just face me even once, so I know exactly who she is.
I could not tell who she was by her stature, by the clothes that she wore. Everything was just so dark, and it's just a f*****g nightma
