He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building.
He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinkingabout...
whatever
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
