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6:35 am We were cooking noodles or barbecue. I think the woman doctor is the one teaching us to cook. She's kinda Latino or at least South Asian. Probably South American? We were waiting for the dino eggs to hatch. We were riding a truck. People were drinking outside the street, near a bar. JM is back from the states. He has long, curly hair. There are other friends around. There were Bailey's and vodka, but I avoided alcohol.
Night. Travel. An empty road. An accident. Bus supposed to be crushed. Someone is talking about the scattered stuff on the road, from the dead people. A security guy complained. Alcohol. Piles of stuff from the dead just scattered on the road. I took some. There's a box of gooey, strange stuff, probably some innards of the dead, and it's just in the middle of the street. I took them, and with a fetus, burned them near the crossroad near our old boarding house near our college. It melted the cyclone fence, and it caught a thief. Travel. Went to Jhajha's place? Or Chris D's? Jhajha said she has to do something else, so I went home. The mood is gloomy, rainy.
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