I remember the sick bitch saying, “sacrifices are necessary” when throwing my poor mother off the astral rollercoaster train to make that point. That said, that very night as I sat in my jail cell, thinking about how much I fucked up – but not regretting it – I liked that I had made some friends on the spirit side, as I always wanted to. I got really chummy with Pallet Numbre, he started telling me some interesting things about himself. He told me that he had lived on the Earth for a million years, that he hated humans, and
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