From the Archive:
I'm running away from someone, running on a road towards New York and Boston. I was hoping to find a television, because then I could look at the place I wanted to be and instantly be there. I ended up jumping over the endge into a huge pool of cranberries. There were a couple people trying to help me escape, and the man I was running from didn’t seem like someone I should legitimately fear. I eventually ran into a shack and he found me. I ran out the door and he shot me.
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