Dear diary
Good morning.
There’s definitely people watching us.
I still don’t know who, and I still don’t know why, but I definitely know they’re there.
I know because the plate was replaced.
Six new slices of bread.
Bigger cup filled with water, still plastic.
I think the cube of butter is the same, but I might be mistaken.
It’s weird, this little butter cube. It’s almost like an actual perfect cube, not like it was cut off from some butter willy-nilly. Am I overthinking?
I might be overthinking…
I’m going to have breakfast first. I’ll need a strong meal if I want to look around again.

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