Davis Butler
I'm behind that abnormally large mouse.
I wake up, my heart pounding. It feels like I had a nightmare. I get up, and a wave of nausea rolls over me. This is the questions hit me. Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Why am I here? I get up, and try the door. It's locked. More questions. I grab scissors and a bobby pin. Another question. Whys this here? I pick the lock, and get out. I yell out, trying to see if anybody is there. "HELLO?"
(I forgot to mention, if you knew how to play the piano, you still would. You only lost personal memories, not common sense.)
(I forgot to mention, if you knew how to play the piano, you still would. You only lost personal memories, not common sense.)
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