August 11th:
Aaron wasn't at school today, little strange considering the circumstances last night. The other two, however, were chipper, albeit the bird catcher was a bit clammed up. Nothing too eventful happened, thank God, don't think I could take that at the moment.
August 12th:
Alright, perhaps it's a little more than coincidence. My aunt Selma used to be a head doctor, and she used to say that dreams said stuff about a person, bout their inner thoughts and the like. Well I don' know if I believe that, but if it's true I'm not sure I like what that's sayin' bout me. For the past three nights now I've had a pretty similar dream. Like last night, I was Chasin' some Redhot, convicted o' murder. Had tracked him to some cafe called the "blue butterfly" and was making my entrance with the bulls. The mark tries to get away, so I beat feet, chase him for a bit. Eventually I finally corner the guy, cuff him, spin 'im around to get a look at his face; my face. Usually wake up by that point...
Note: Aaron's still a no show, while the other's are still here. Suspicious.
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