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Reggie's Notes, no longer journaled:
Much has changed. I had a bad day, another one. I have been too trusting in my recent decisions. They have cost me dearly. I am not in New York but Manhattan has given me the truth, and in doing so taken everything from me. I am not on my world. I have no one. I do not know what to do next, but I cannot go on as I have.
There is a lantern, but not a light. There is a lamp, but no genie. There is a girl, but no rings.
Everything is wrong. What do you do when the only person who can fix something is content to leave it broken?
