...When I get this shit figured out, make me tell you who the ghost was.

I don't know if fixing it will mean I'll forget this conversation or...whatever. There's no way to know.

So I'm saying right now, even if I try to get you to leave me alone, don't stop until I tell you. If I won't do it, find a way to threaten me. That's what I'm telling you to do.

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Whoever it was...I feel like it's wrong, that I can't remember. Not just because there's a hole in my memory, but because it means I forgot them.