there is such a peculiar feeling.
privacy and waste
bad things
hidden intentful acts of evil
possibly
the one with alexander and mom
in the dressing room bathroom two wings
the concert, i have this one in my sketchbook
one with the strange guy
downstairs below jessie and jack
alex, i couldn't see him
blair locker room sort of but bigger and shaped oddly
i was present
he was searching shifty calculating
this one was from before
probably one of those nights we made out
i know there are more...
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