My stomach aches severely, but I have no desire to eat anymore. Anyway, time is almost up for me, so why bother? Still, I cannot help but have a litany of regrets; for example, I regret not being able to ride a unicycle, not owning a dinosaur fossil, and not having a stallion named Stephen. And, oh yes, I also regret killing Felicia and never befriending Jim Redding.
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A Murderer's Account
HorrorJim is a normal nerd in college who stayed in his hometown. He is the kind of guy who couldn't get a girlfriend, much less a date, if he tried. He is also the kind of guy who spent his free time volunteering at a mental institution (of course, the i...
