My name is Samuel Harrison and I am Norman Holmes' assistant. Holmes needs help during his periods of delusion and distortion. When he feels the world is entirely against him he needs someone to wake him up and know that there are caring people out there.
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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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