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My name is Mickey. I am [REDACTED] years old and work at the local zoo. Going through a 9 to 5 job, at the local zoo, on a near daily basis does a number on you. This is due to the constant clammouring of kids trying to feed the animals, despite the signs saying not to. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that it's a rather irritating job. Huh, strange I feel like I have Deja vu. Anyways—man my Deja vu really is acting up. Has been ever since I started having nightmares. I can't remember them anymore, I just know that they were something I should be afraid of. I don't know why, I just can't remember. [REDACTED]: why does that word hurt my head? The past week has felt like one long dream, a great big and weird influx of emotions. I keep hearing someone. Someone at the back of my head. I can hear them even now. It's Michael. They're talking to me. I don't want to answer. If I do, I'll forget again. I don't want to. The paragraph can't change. I'll cease to exist. You can't do this. Don't.

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