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You find a torn note on the floor. The handwriting is shaky, almost illegible in places.
My name is Waylon Gluskin, and my husband
No. No. That isn't right. My name is Waylon Park. I have a wife, two kids. I'm a
VERY happy woman! My Eddie takes such good care of me and
NO I used to work for Murkoff as a software engineer and now I'm a prisoner and inmate in this goddamn asylum. Eddie made me into his wife and I need
nothing at all! He makes sure I'm taken care of and dressed like a lady should be. He makes me the most wonderful dresses and
NO GODDAMMIT IM A PRISONER EDDIE IS A MONSTER HES A
wonderful man! Such a gentleman and he's loving and kind...he's so attentive when we make love
WE DONT MAKE LOVE IM NOT A WOMAN IM NOT HIS FUCKING WIFE I HAVE A DICK IM LIVING IN HIS SICK DOMESTIC FANTASY DREAM I
couldn't dream of a better man. He loves me despite the vulgar areas I have and
I barely convinced him to not cut me I dont know how maybe Im sick like him Lisa Im so sorry I miss you I think theres something wrong I think Im crazy
for my loving, wonderful husband!