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[Morning of Saturday, March 13 (day 286)]
[In a state of shock]

Mab doesn't want ta tell his folks. Mab told me not ta tell his folks, an' I can't find a reason ta argue. She says not until we know if he's gonna live, and there is no way in hell-- (my town) Can't think of a way ta tell them he ain't dead yet and not have them see him. He's stopped tryin' ta move since Constantine gave him something fer the pain, but it's still pretty bad. Don't think it'd help him ta see them, either. He can still hear, but... (my town) Can kinda guess who had dropped him off. Not sure if it was direct, or someone else was takin' orders. Gonna look at tryna figure that out. (my town my town my goddamn Christing town how'd it happen here how'd it happen how could how how how) Roses. He was cryin' and the box was printed with roses. I'm scared I am gonna hurt someone over this.

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