Fuck…Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…
What the fuck…
Bushy is dead…
Bushy is fucking dead…
One minute I saw him climbing up through the attic window as I was about to go to sleep…
Then the next moment I see him, or what's left of him, sticking out of the window, bleeding all over the place, without even making a single squeak.
I could've sworn I only closed my eyes for a few minutes, and I'm a bit of a light sleeper; I'd wake up if anything louder than a knock on the door is heard.
No one could do this without making at least a cry.
I would've heard it.
I should've heard it.
But I didn't.
Who the hell could've done this?
No…
No, it can't be.
Could it?
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