BCJ, Chapter 65: First Meeting with Eve

I’m going to go back to the way I used to write this journal. In other words, it’s been a while, so I’ll start with where I left off. June 17th or 18th? Close enough.

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BCJ, Chapter 61: Precognition

I was jolted awake and immediately stopped fucking myself, ignoring the jizz just spraying all over the place. Ana also got up and rushed over to the window with me, we reached out and pushed it down at the same time. Then both of us retreated back to the doorway of the bathroom. We could escape into the living room or into the bathroom depending on the circumstances…

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BCJ, Chapter 60: Hurricane

I’m not gonna transcribe the whole fucking conversation between my parents and the two of ‘me’, but let’s just say that they were really worried. Fortunately, they were all the way up in Buffalo, so there was no way the hurricane could possibly affect them at all. My cousin who lives in Florida, had already evacuated up to Maryland and was staying with my Aunts and Uncles. Normally she wouldn’t be able to afford that, but like I said, I ‘sponsored’ her trip for the most part.

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BCJ, Chapter 59: Last Chance

It was the middle of June, so even if I went all the way to Buffalo, it would still be pretty warm. However, I hadn’t even gotten to ‘enjoy’ my island life yet. Not to mention that I’m afraid of flying and I also didn’t wanna spend a few days on a yacht. No, maybe they would just dump me off in Jacksonville and I’d have to take a bus or something ‘north’. But considering that everyone was already evacuating all the way up to North Carolina, it was a little fucking late for that, right?

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BCJ, Chapter 56: More Shopping

I’ve always had an affinity for string instruments. Maybe that’s why I’m surprisingly talented? Or maybe I just expected a much higher learning curve? I mean, back when I was a kid, I once tried to use my uncle’s composite bow… I couldn’t even draw it back all the way. Of course, that was before I went through ‘puberty’ and my initial body-building phase, so I was younger than thirteen at least.

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