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Read me.
Eating his dinner.
Read me.
Taking a shower.
READ ME!
Grabbing the vile book, Tatsurou retreated to the safety of his bed, and shimmied down into the comforter.
Don’t read it, you’ll regret it the rest of your life, burn it – take it outside and set fire to it. Kill it.
READ ME!
The two entities argued loudly in his mind, battling each other for Tatsurou’s soul. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, “Stop” he whispered. Silence. With a sigh of relief, Tatsu opened the journal to the first page and began to read.
Oh! good god! He's wearing the charcoal suit today, my fave look for him. The way it shows off his ass, and his crotch, I can always see the outline of his cock. Tight, and form fitting, just how I like it. Is he gay? I could see him fucking the hell out of me, but at the same time I can see him being the respectful husband, maybe with a pushy trophy wife and a few brats. What a waste! How long has it been now? 3 years? He’s never once looked at me, except for a off handed glance. Guess I need to wear something a little more enticing. But fuck, he always wears the same damned thing. Boring ass pants and a ragged shirt under a worn out coat. BORING! Not like we haven’t tried, but honestly, he’s just so fucking clueless. Maybe I can borrow something from that whore, Uruha, we’re about the same size…hmm, will have to ask tonight.
Tatsurou started shaking, snapping the journal shut. Whomever the journal belonged to, was writing about the passengers on his regular train route. The tall business man with the long hair, that’s who it has to be, the only one to match the description. Was he included in the owners journal? Did he want to read what this person thought of him?
He wasn’t so sure.