I was walking home one night, and decided to take a shortcut through an alley. I had never had any trouble before walking in the alley, as sinister as it looked. Yet today, i looked up to see a young man walking toward me. He looked about my age, so I thought nothing of it. Perhaps I went to school with him and just failed to recognize his face. Thought, as I walked closer, he seemed to slow down. He stopped directly in front of me, blocking my path out of the alley. He reached into his jacket. Of course, being alone, it scared me. He pulled out a book. It was fairly large, bound in leather with a strange glass eye on the front. He handed it to me and said, "Here. I believe this is yours."
Thinking there must have been a mistake, I tried to give it back, but he insisted I take it and read it. I walked the rest of the way home. For days, the book lie on my desk. FInally, I was compelled to read it. I read and slowly realized it was my life. When I got to this day, I noticed something. There were only 10 blank pages left.
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