Twenty-Seven: JON

From the Diary of an Unknown Anamigus

Dear Diary,

The sherrif came today. He asked me some questions, I lied mostly. Then he asked if I was doing the killings. I was about to say yes, then saw someone. He looked like me, and he was in jail crying behing bars. It took me a while to figure out it was me in the furture. By that time Sherrif Joe was dead.


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