Doctor Holmes was on his day off one day when he heard a sudden startling sound. It was not a cat. It was a bat. Where do they get bats out here in the city?! He asked, chagrined. The screeching of the bat suddenly stopped, as fast as it started. It made you wonder if there even was screeching in the first place. But there was. I remember it. So it happened. My memory couldn't possibly be that faulty to forget something less than a second ago.
Released
My notes got scattered. Someone saw. I don't know what to do anymore. Perhaps I should stop posting. What happened happened. There's no use blaming yourself for the past. Unless you learn from that blame. Whoever said blame was useless? It's an emotion that exists for a reason. Well... is blame an emotion? Perhaps. It's an action. A feeling. A way to convince yourself something happened for a reason. What reason? Well... It could be any number of things. Narrow it down. My notes got scattered. Why? How were they lying about? Oh, I remember. I was the one who scattered them.
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