Diary of a Female Villain™



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We had a long discussion about what to do next. We have been given nine names in the U.S. alone. This is bigger then we are. There are too many all over the world to hunt them down one by one. That’s a fools game and taking them out won’t stop the program. To do that we must take out the program itself. We’re in North Carolina in a little hole in the wall hotel. Why? It’s home to one of the largest Military bases in the U.S. (she grins) It’s where they are running the main operation. If we can get in there and get access to the system I can have it destroyed in seconds. Decades of work gone. (she laughs) We will take a few days to come up with a plan. It has to be full proof. We will each have our jobs. (she glances out the window) The Detective and the Military Man have gone out for supplies and food. It’s been interesting watching those two actually get along. They are alike in some ways and totally opposite in others. I find myself thinking that a lot lately. I followed the Military Man one of the nights we were in New York. Do you know he actually broke into a bank? (she stops to think about it and seems surprised by it) Guess we both get our funds the same way. (she smiles) I of coarse would have been quicker at it. (she makes a sarcastic face) I’m wondering how much of him was really tinkered with since I don’t think that was part of the program. (she starts to tap her fingers on the table) All I do know is I am starting to go stir crazy working with these two and I am looking forward to this being over and getting back to normal. Did I just say normal? (she laughs) I kill by day and screw a detective by night. How’s that for normal? (she laughs again then her face gets serious) I can’t seem to shake this overwhelming feeling one of us isn’t going to make it back from this. (she stops writing for a moment and sits back in the chair when she senses they are close by) I hear a car pulling up. It’s them. Till next time my dear diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 62)

Oh how I love Fifth Ave after dark. (she smiles) For a city that never sleeps they sure do have poor security. (she shakes her head) Tisk tisk. I am rather fond of my new bracelet though. (she glances down at her wrist) Rows of beautiful perfect diamonds. These new boots aren’t bad either. (she looks at the 6 inch heels she’s wearing and smiles) Now who pays that kind of money for things? Rich spoiled brats! So I paid a visit to a high class bar in Manhattan. Only VIP’s get in there but I got in my own way. (she grins) The atmosphere was just as I remembered. Dark lightening, neon lights hanging above the bars, slightly smoky, piano in the corner, smells like a mix of high end cologne and perfume, then there he was. My night’s victim. I can spot them a mile away. The extra good looking guy in the black suit, blue button up shirt with three buttons undone, no tie and his jacket slung over the seat. He sips his drink slowly while trying not to get noticed that he’s scanning the room for one nighters. By the white line on his finger from a missing wedding ring this is just the kind of man who deserves it. So I made my way over and after a few drinks he was inviting me to his place. I knocked him out within minutes of doing a little scanning of my own. (she grins) I disabled all his security, wiped out a weeks worth of data on the camera’s and computers then cleaned out his bank accounts. (she grins) Then I finished the job and strung him up outside his window for all of New York to see. These penthouse places are great. (she laughs) Then I made my way back to the hotel. The Detective and the Military Man were still out cold with a little help from what I slipped in their drink. (she smiles) They’ll never know. No hangover just wake up feeling like you had a good nights rest. I have perfected my formula. (she looks down in her duffle bag at the little bottles of pills) Time to slip into bed and get a few hours sleep myself. Tomorrow we discuss where our next stop will be but I couldn’t leave NY without one last bang. So tomorrow at precisely 2pm Times Square video feed will feature my latest victim. Let them have fun finding him. (she laughs) Oh how I love the game. (she gets a dark look in her eyes) Goodbye New York. It’s been real. (she grins) Till next time my Diary. Sleep well.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 61)

We were all up before dawn. The shades were still drawn and coffee was brewing from the hotel coffee maker which ended up tasting like mud. So the Detective made his way to the hotel coffee shop that’s open 24 hours. Nothing like Italian coffee and New York bagels. (she laughs) How complicated yet simple living here is. (her face gets a serious look) I don’t miss it at all. (she tosses the hotel brochure in the trash) I have lived all over the world studying places, people, the difference in cultures, learning things even the locals never knew. I never stood in one place for very long until now. My father always said it was important to find a place to put your roots down even if you don’t end up staying you always have a place to go. I am watching my home from my cell. (she picks it up and sees the surveillance camera’s) This one is my own software, an off the grid system that can’t be detected by any means other then my phone. I even removed my homes image from satellite view. Sorry google maps. (she grins) So the plan went well. Once I was in for my interview I scanned his DNA with my contacts and sent it to the Military Man and once he confirmed this was the one of the men involved in the military program I slit his throat but not before torturing him for the information and names of the others. The Military Man helped me with that, and he was all too happy to do it, but the Detective couldn’t. He wanted justice. He wanted to bring these men down but not like this, but he knew this is what had to be done. So he once again turned a blind eye. I can see it’s weighing on him. (she glances over at him sleeping in bed) Will this change him? Will he end up killing with us or try to keep his humanity? No one is immune. We can only control it before it controls us. I will watch him. He has protected me in the past and now it’s my turn to protect him. Sleep well my diary. There’s more work to be done and I have Fifth Ave to visit. Can’t leave good old New York without a free shopping spree. (she grins, grabs her duffle bag and heads out)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 60)

We each rode up separately but followed behind each other. I went last to keep an eye on them both. (she grins) The Detective wanted me to ride with him but I wanted to go solo. An extra vehicle is always a good idea and I prefer to ride alone. He still doesn’t get the fact that I don’t need to be watched or protected but dare I say it’s rather cute? (she smiles) So here we are in the Big Apple. We are all staying in the same hotel right in the middle of Times Square. What a view from here. (she glances over at the window) We each also have our own rooms but they are adjoined side by side by locked doors each leading to mine. I am in the middle. The Detective said he’s sleeping with me, that he doesn’t trust his brother, the Military Man. I’m ok with that. (she gets that sultry look in her eyes) After the Detective fell asleep, with a little help, (she looks over at the glass and the empty pill capsule she put in it) I snuck out. What a mad house it is amongst the mix of strange people out and about in the middle of the night. How easy it is to do things right under everyone’s nose but they’re all too busy to even notice. Then I headed to a different spot, a more discreet area. You know I had to take out a few out along my stroll. (she slips her knife out from its holster and places it on the desk) That’s what you get for being in Central Park at that time of night. (she laughs) Then as I headed back to Times Square I felt like I was being followed and I knew who it was. So I sent him a text asking if he was going to join me or stand 30 feet behind me. (she grins) The Military Man thinks he can watch me without me knowing? Tisk tisk. So we walked back to the hotel. It was rather civil. He is quite the opposite of his brother in a lot of ways and similar in others. (she stops to think about the conversation) It was almost too weird us not trying to kill each other, well me trying to kill him I should say, (she laughs) and now here I am writing to you my diary. (she looks at the clock) I better get back to bed before the Detective wakes up. He will be ready for round two when the sun rises. (she smiles) Besides it’s going to be a busy day tomorrow and I have a role to play. (she looks over at a neatly pressed sexy black dress suit) We’re checking out our first lead and that requires me to go for a job interview as a personal assistant. (she gets that dark look in her eyes) This should be fun. Oh how I love a good role. (she clenches the handle of her gun) All in good time. (she lets go of her grip) See you tomorrow my diary. Sleep well.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 59)

The conversation proceeded for hours. I don’t trust him but a lot of what he knows matches up to the information my father found. I even took the restraints off him about half way through, to test the waters. I have my guarantee that he doesn’t know about but believe me when I say I’m not too worried about him. (she grins) Then I called the Detective. He took more convincing then the Military Man. He was mad yes but when he seen it my way, which they usually do, (she smiles) he knew this is what had to be done to stop them. So we let the Military Man go. I think the Detective was hoping he’d have some kind of bond with him before we leave but I don’t see that happening. The social aspect of his brain has been almost completely wiped out from what I can see. The traces that are left are shattered, picture tiny fragments of DNA floating around and connecting to nothing. That explains him trying to kill the Detective in the past but he had restraint so that means there is something that was left behind, something that wasn’t lost and found its way back. So we all leave next week for New York. I quite like the big apple, although the Statue of Liberty would have looked much cooler with a blade instead of a torch. (she grins and twirls her knife in her hand) This should be an interesting trip. (she taps her fingers on the table while she’s thinking) Let’s see if the boys are capable of playing nice together. I must say I am rather looking forward to it. This has to be the most challenging game I’ve had in a while. To think of all the rich men and toys I can get there while I’m at it. (she smiles) Good thing I know my way around. Five years living the high life in good old NY. Unfortunately it got rather boring and too many freaks, (she laughs) so I left to come here. I prefer the tranquility and laying low but it’s time to shine my diary. Time to get some real work done and stop this military program. (she gets that dark look in her eyes) They won’t know what hit them. (she looks over at the clock) Also time to go do what I do best, a last visit to the base to get extra ammo and supplies. Oh won’t they miss me while I’m gone. (she laughs) Till next time my diary. Let the game begin! (she grabs her duffle bag and walks away)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 58)

Getting into the chambers was a breeze. Guess the Detective should get better security. (she grins) The room he was kept in was far too comfortable. (she laughs) The Detective is too nice. I would have had him 6 feet under but that’s just me. (she smiles) I was impressed with the bullet proof glass walls that surrounded it. Nice touch. Then there he was all strapped down and in his hospital like bed hooked up to the Detective’s miracle formula. (she laughs) Only it’s not the Detective’s formula it’s mere saline solution. (she gets that look in her eyes) Then I walked over to him, slipped my little wake up juice into his I.V and the rest… (she starts to picture the whole conversation in her head)

Villain: My my how the tables have turned. (she walks slowly around the side of the bed tugging on his restraints to double check them) What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? (she grins and the Military Man tries to break the restraints) Now we can either spend all day doing this and I end up knocking you out again, one way or another (she grabs her knife from her holster) or we can simply talk. (she puts the blade to his throat)

Military Man: I see you haven’t lost any of your charm. (he gives her his own boyish grin) A women who holds a knife to my throat not only has my attention but I find that rather attractive. (he smiles)

Villain: (she laughs) Do you really think that crap will work on me?

Military Man: Can’t a guy be sincere? Obviously it worked for that detective guy. Oh I mean my brother. (he makes a face) What do you see in him anyways? I told you I can understand you better then he ever could. (he looks serious now)

Villain: Let’s cut the small talk out shall we. (she looks annoyed and starts walking around the room) You know the ins and outs of a place I need to find and you know the names of some people that I need to… let’s just say chat with. (she gets a dark look in her eyes) I think you want revenge with these people as much as I do. After all, they tinkered with your mind. That’s got to piss a guy off. (she looks over at him) The Detective, your brother, has been trying to save your ass since they did this to you. He feels betrayed by them as much as you. So let’s just cut to the chase. We either work together or I kill you. Funny how the tables have turned. (she twirls her blade then puts it back in her holster) I remember a similar conversation with you many months ago. (now she takes out her gun and points it directly at his head) So what’s it going to be? (she smiles)

Military Man: Brains and beauty. Lethal combination. I like that, but am I supposed to trust you? Not to mention I don’t see you trusting me either. Oh and speaking of that prior conversation we had all those months ago. Why do you think I wanted us to join forces? I’ll admit I find you extremely hard to resist. I can see why the Detective, I mean my brother the do gooder, turns a blind eye. We are both not like the rest. You by birth, me not by choice, but either way we don’t fit in and never will. I think we’d make a great team both in and out of the bedroom. (he grins) I was also going to ask for your help on stopping these men who did this to me and are still doing it to others. They’re not just trying to make a super soldier, there’s more to it. So like I knew, we think on the same level. So you can put the gun away. I’m in.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 57)

The test results were conclusive. His strands of DNA have been mutated with what appears to be DNA from another host. Male, same age, human origin, but why? (she stops to think) I think they are trying to do more then build soldiers. Maybe a perfect human? (she shakes her head) No. They wouldn’t need him perfect just compliant. I compared them with the blood sample from the Detective, don’t ask how I got that, (she grins) and they are indeed brothers. The DNA from the other host however was also altered before being introduced into the Military Man. (she glances over at the test tubes) Tiny strands of everything that makes him tick is in there. I have other tests running as we speak. They are intertwined but I think separable but not without cost and not all of them can be done. I don’t think I will share this information right away with the Detective. I need the Military Man to be powerful if he’s going to be of any use. “Tick Tock, Tick Tock” (she says out loud) This is such a test of my will power keeping him alive. Every fiber of my being wants to end his existence. (she gets a dark look in her eyes) He has been nothing but trouble from day one. This playing nice doesn’t seem to be in my DNA. (she laughs) I think I will sneak into the chambers to pay the Military Man a visit tonight. I think I can get him to talk if it’s one on one. Just like he’s always wanted. (she grins) Oh my little lab rat. I think it’s time to form a team. (she fake shivers) Just the sound of that makes me want to cringe but with his inside knowledge and dare I say skills and the Detectives drive, determination and fierce loyalty with some not so bad skills himself, (she smiles) I think we can finally bring down the true evils of the world and I can finish my fathers work. Then the deals off! (she thrusts her knife into the table) I will use him for what I need then his time is up! My father once said sometimes we have to fight with others in order to succeed on our own. Now I understand what he meant by that and I don’t like it, but I get it. Sweat dreams my diary. I have a Military Man to see then a Detective to convince. (she pulls the blade out of the table and places it back in her thigh holster, stops by the mirror to check her makeup, then heads to gear up)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 56)

The new dose I put into the I.V. seemed to be working. The Military Man started to regain consciousness so I checked his restraints again. He wasn’t going anywhere, at least not on my watch. The Detective had been toying around in his chemistry lab trying to find a reverse serum. He said they used a wide variety of injections to alter his state of mind and to give him the super strength and capabilities he has. There is no way to tell what altering his DNA did or what the repercussions will be trying to change it back. It’s like a tangled mess of wires in there. There may be no way to truly reverse it without changing him even more. I snuck a blood sample before I left and I’m running it in my own lab. (she glances down the hall) When he came to he of course tried everything he could to break free and we tried to calm him down but he was enraged. So we knocked him out again. The Detective has so many unanswered questions he wants to ask him. Specifically he wants the names of the ones who did this to him. He thinks he can take them down. I told him that’s a fools game on his own. The government is more powerful then what you can see. It goes beyond one country. A few selected who run the world. An unconceivable notion? No. Man has spent years, decades, thinking they have control. They don’t. Diseases, vaccines, our water supply, air, food, even the damn weather they control. My father was taking on that task of figuring out the puzzle, finding them one by one. They may think they are untouchable but really no one is. If you breathe and you bleed you are reachable. When the Military Man calms down we’ll have a chat. He may be more useful then I thought. (she starts tapping her fingers on the table) I could finish my fathers work if I had those names. (she gets a dark look in her eyes) I told the Detective I’m in. (the lab sends a signal to her cell) The blood work analysis is done. Let’s see what kind of mess you have going on in there Military Man. You may have just spared your own life, for now. (she thrusts her knife into the table) Time to end their control of the world my diary. Come out come out where ever you are. (she sings) Tick tock! Their reign of power will be over. (she grabs her blade and heads towards the lab)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 55)

Nothing burns off steam like a good blood bath. All the stress of the last couple days a girl needs to let her hair down, really let loose. Those poor souls never knew what hit them. It was a cruise to the islands. There were cocktails, dinner, dancing and a show afterwards, some dancers doing some sort of musical. I lost interest right around that time. So I decided to do a show of my own for them. Show them what real talent looks like. (she gets a dark grin on her face) I had first snuck off to get rid of the captain, crew and anyone who was elsewhere on the ship. Their bodies sunk quicker then the titanic. (she laughs) Then I locked all the rest in the music hall. That’s when the fun began. I took out my AR-15 and well let’s just say the dancers made their final bow. (she smiles and stops to make a curtsy with her arms) Then I instructed the rest of them to stay put. I then asked for a volunteer. I was shocked not one person stepped up. (she laughs again) So one by one I walked by and blew each ones hands off. Tisk tisk they thought they were going to call for help. No hands, no cell phone. (her eyes get darker) I did wipe out all the cells, internet and any means of communication, all beforehand but I couldn’t spoil their last bit of hope to phone or write to a loved one. (she smiles) Those last words will never see the light of anyone’s eyes. Then as they stood there in shock bleeding out from their missing fingertips I picked my victim. I had seen him and his wife earlier during cocktails only what his wife didn’t see was him hitting on me afterwards. So this would be more then fun. So up on stage he went. I told the crowd to clap then realized oops they couldn’t (she joked and laughed) so my show began! I strung him up by a rope and one organ by one came out to make its appearance. They all gasped, a few passed out. (she smirks) What light weights. The ones that screamed I shot them through the head. (she sighed) How rude of them to miss my show. My finale however was spectacular. (her eyes lighten up) A burning ship. (she looked proud of herself) I started the music up before I exited out and then let the flames rise! I myself was off before the ship sunk. It wasn’t that long of a swim to my boat that I had left waiting to take me back to shore. I watched for a while first as it was rather calming. Now I feel ready to take on this mess with the Military Man. (her phone gets a text so she reaches over to grab it) Good timing Detective. He wants to meet me at the chambers. Seems he needs my help. (she grins) I knew he would. Till next time my diary. Let the next show begin!

DEAR DIARY, (blog 54)

The hours ahead were challenging. I don’t think I ever heard silence before like I did that day. My heart beating was like a clock. Tick tock, tick tock. It triggered something in me that took all my willpower to resist but I put my weapon away. We drugged and secured the Military Man and brought him back to the Detective’s hidden underground chambers. The Detective is unsure whether he knows he’s his brother or if that part of his memory is still wiped out. The Detective joined the military first and his brother followed soon after. Years later his brother was badly wounded in a covert operation and not expected to live, so they told the Detective. He later learned he was taken to be part of the Elite Controlled Military. He was planning on getting his brother out of there but he had escaped first. That’s when he left the military and became a detective. He tracked his brother here so he got himself a position with the locals and has been trying to secure him since. It appears there has always been competition between the two from the stories he told me. Good thing I never had any siblings. I’d not have hesitated to shorten the family tree. (she grins) So here we are in this sort of predicament. He wants to try to turn his brother back into so called normal but who knows the extent of what they really did and what normal for him really is. I do think the competition gene was enhanced and the fact that he has already shown no restraint to kill him before I don’t know what can be done to change that part. Sometimes during brain washing the mind will give in to what it has always wanted but may have held back in reality. If he sees his brother as a threat or the competition this could have just been the gateway he needed. It would also depend on what his true feelings were to begin with. He also wants me to stay away from the chambers. He doesn’t want me to get hurt. (she laughs) How sweet but please, if anyone needs help it’s the Detective. He’s too attached to be able to do what may need to be done if things go wrong. So he will get my help like it or not. (she grins) Besides, this is my chance to get to know his brother, the infamous Military Man. Small small world my diary. (she taps her fingers on the table) The cat has caught her mouse. (she smiles and gets a dark look in her eyes) To play with it first or kill it? That remains to be seen. Till next time. Sweet dreams.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 53)

The hallway was long and dark. I could hear the dogs coming. He must have gotten new ones since I took out the last group of them that tried to attack me. (she grins) I knew the best chance the Detective had to make it was if I had my weapons. I quickly made my way to the room where he had them last time and luckily they were still there. Men are so predictable. (she sighs and rushes over to the table) “Damn he keeps taking my blade!” I thought to myself as I holstered it back on. Things you don’t mess with, my hair, my shoes, don’t make me chip a nail and most of all never touch my blade. Good way to get yourself killed. (she glances down at it) I then grabbed the Detectives 9mm and my collection of toys I always keep with me. (she smiles) Then I spotted a few that weren’t mine so I quickly grabbed those, geared up, checked for ammo and started to head back. One, two, three, I counted then placed my arm around the doorway and got the first two dogs and snapped the last one’s neck that lunged for me. Then I made my way back down the hall. By that point the silence stopped me in my tracks. The noise of the shuffle in the distant room let me know the Detective was still fighting, still ok. Now there was nothing. I now slowly made my way down the hall as to not let anyone know I was coming. As I approached the door and looked in what I saw shocked me. There he was on the floor, out cold and tied up. Standing over him, bloody and worn out, bent over gasping for air, was the Detective. As I rushed over and drew my gun he stopped me. Now I was confused. This is what we wanted. We had him. Once the Detective caught his breathe he stood up, put his hand on my gun and lowered it. “You can’t kill him.” He said to me. “Please.” Now I took a step back not knowing what to think. A range of emotions flooded my mind. Would I have to take the Detectives life in order to do what needed to be done? Just as I was about to grab my blade he looked in my eyes and I said to him “Give me one good reason not to.” Then in one sentence everything changed. He glanced over at the Military Man then over at me, then said… “because he’s my brother.”

DEAR DIARY, (blog 52)

I had started to wake up but my vision was hazy. Then I looked down and there were chains on my wrists. Then I glanced over at the Detective. He was across the room and there was the Military Man chaining him up too. He looked like he was still out cold. I quickly closed my eyes so he wouldn’t see I was awake. What happened? The last thing I remember was a loud noise and then we crashed into a tree. We must have blacked out. I knew this place. It’s the same place he brought me to last time. The cold concrete floor, the cell, the one tiny window that let the moon light in, the table he left the key on. Mistake number one for Military Man that day. I waited a few minutes and he walked out of the room. I counted his footsteps and figured out from the last time I was there where he was. I opened my eyes and took a better look around. He had the Detective in one cell and me in another. I had to act quickly. I scratched out my micro tools from my hands and got my chains off and started to work on the cell lock. Then I ran over to the Detective’s cell opened his, got his chains off, then tried to wake him up. Seems the crash or the Military Man gave him quite the beating. I was a bit bruised myself. Once he was awake I pulled him up and told him we had to hurry but then suddenly I could hear his foot steps coming. I started to count them. He was heading back our way. With one glance at the Detective and no weapons we knew we had to think fast. I knew where they would probably be, I told him. Then as the Military Man got near the Detective pulled me close, looked in my eyes, kissed me, then whispered in my ear he’d hold him off and to run, grab my weapons if I could, just in case, and go. Just in case? What? Leave him? I don’t run. I fight. There was no time to argue he told me. The Military Man couldn’t be taken down with fists alone. Then at the doorway there he stood, full gear on, some sort of protective body suit and weapons. He must have been watching us somehow. I glanced up and with my vision returned to normal I spotted a micro camera the size of the head of a pin right above the door. That wasn’t there last time. Then the Detective looked at me and I knew he was about to do something. He quickly lunged at the Military Man to make the doorway free. At that moment I knew I what I had to do.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 51)

Gearing up for war is like second nature to me. I have been doing it my whole life. It’s as natural as breathing. The Detective is more cautious then I am. He has fear where as I don’t. (she looks down at her boots) I have some blood to clean. It better come out of these Louboutin’s or I’ll be rather upset. (she sighs jokingly) Oh well It’s not like I can’t get another pair. (she smiles) I had a rather interesting last few days. Another billionaire I have been working on seems to of had quite the nasty ex. We were at dinner, it was the last night before I planned on taking him down, then this anorexic thing walks in. My radar went off instantly. She walked up to our table and throws his wine right in his face. Normally I’d cheer her on but this was a big score for me and I wasn’t about to let this twit mess it up. So I stood up and told her we needed to talk. The poor soul actually thought she was going to hit me. (she laughs) That was her first and last mistake. I grabbed her arm before she even had it all the way up. I told rich boy to go dry off and I’d meet him back at the house and I escorted miss bones to the bathroom. Then I knocked her out, tossed her out the window into the alley and finished her off. I strangled her with her own pearls. (she laughs). The bitch. No one messes with my plans. Of coarse I had to hide the body. (she gets that dark look in her eyes) They’ll never find her burned bones that is now nothing but ashes floating in the sea. (she’s picturing it) Then I met him back at his house where by then I was rather annoyed at how the night turned out so he died an extra slow death. My knife was put to use that day. (she takes it out of her thigh holster and places it on the table) I hate when they whine and beg too. No please don’t kill me… (she makes a face) I did end up with a rather large sum of untraceable money so as always it’s so worth it, and I’m so damn good at it. (she smiles) So I kicked back at his place, had myself a drink and enjoyed the view. It’s too bad he won’t be seeing it anymore. (she grins) The rich ones know how to live. The irony in that statement. Then I went back to the place we ate at and finished everyone off, burnt the place down, then hacked into the computer system and wiped out the security cameras and every camera within a 5 mile radius. Then of coarse I had to track down everyone who ate there that night and let’s just say I left no stone nor body unturned. A girls work is never done. (she looks at the clock) Well off to clean this mess. There’s still more to do. Sleep well my diary.





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