Douglas Merson Diary Entry

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Monday: Dear diary, today two detectives showed up at the front door. The investigators told us that a man named Douglas Merson had been shot. They said he had been keeping a file on me. The detectives said there were pictures of me from when I was born. The detectives are Balker and Nims. They said that he had pictures that I had drawn. How in the world did he get those? Why is he so interested in me? More importantly, who is Douglas Merson? Why were they telling us this? My life is no sense anymore. Tuesday: Dear Diary, this morning when I woke up I felt like I did not sleep at all. I confronted him after school today. I did not think I would end up saving his life. I talked to Douglas. There was one little problem though. He couldn’t talk.

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