SIRRUS: curse Ä̶̺͈̹́̈̆͗́̏̄́̐̕t̴̝̑̀͗̓̈́̉́͆͝ȓ̴͎̙u̴͚̐̏s̶͕̟̣͍̱̋̂͂̐̈́̚͜! Locked in a tiny room, adjoining my m̸̲̐̔͊a̸̡̟̪̠̣͑͋͘d̶̡͎̳̳̝͔̭̒̏̐̂ ̵̨̳̤͕̜̑b̷̧̢̹͙̍̾̒̕͠r̶̝̝̫̗̭̬͋̿̕͜o̶̰̊̏ṫ̴̯̝̻̦͍̂̈́̓̃̆̿̚̕ẖ̷̡̧̢̹͙̤͍͇̓͋̊͜e̸͙̞͍͎̣͚̬̔̀͜r̶̡͎̞͈̲̩͙̾͐̌͜͜’̴̬̤̼̟̦͔͙̪͂̈̌́ͅs̵̥͖̻̗̱͕͒͆̾͊̋̎̓̅̎͆ͅ own prison, with naught but use of a sink. Absent drying paper, my hands p̸̡̯̳͕̼̬͉̈̈r̵̙̞̫̱͑̉̓͝ů̷͍͂͗̈́̆͘͘͝ṋ̷̖̭͋̒͗e̷̢̨̛͕͇̘̩̫̲̩̊͊ ̴̪̥̦̈́͂̚͜ͅp̶͎̙͐ả̶͔̰̇̚i̴̧̨̼͕͉̣̲͆̐̀̍͐͋͂͘̚ͅn̸̺̫̙͔̙̩͚̥̾̍̂̒̑͗̑̕͠͠ḟ̷͓͈́u̷̹͗̓͋͐̿l̶̢̲̠͈͇̣͚͍̐̈́̆͝l̶̺̗̲̗̈́̐͑y̶͚̱̲͉̤̔. A̷͍͕͔͋c̸̡̫̘͕̖̘͔̪̏̓̂ḥ̸͂̔e̷̞̲̘̩̩̤̤͖̲͑̏͗ͅr̴͈͎̀̆ỡ̸̯̥̦̟̬̰͚̟̝̓͒̿̉͜͝͝n̵̮̬͛̍͊́̀̀͘̚͜ must have paper; I will demand he share with me. ọ̸̟̮̱̱̠̩́̇͗͊̾͒̎̓͜͝h̵̦̬̓̂͗̽̊̽̓̚ Ģ̸̧̣̭͙̟̟̟̘̇́̓̅́̉̚̕ơ̵̧̨͈̮̭̼̥͈̐̓́͋̉̚d̴̨̛̼̯͓̰͗̂̓̌̽͝,̶̯̲͍̱̮̱̳͛͌̓̎͑͐̂̕͝͠ ̵͖̭̤̲̦̗̖̦̘̈́̑̓̌̀̀͘͝õ̴̞͇͚̫̖̯͂͝h̵̡̡̟̖̼̤̊̃̈̏̃̀̿͗͒͠ ̵̡̱̪̩̠̗̠̥͆͂̍͋F̷̛̟̙̜͓̤̪̿̒͊͌́ŭ̵̺͛̈́̈́̒̐̊̌c̵̨̱̗͔̦̒k̶̨̨̞̻̘̮͎̪̰͒̔,̵͖͍͕͂͛̀̀̍̉̕͝ ̷̝̹̲͖̰̈́ͅ He uses his blue sheets to ..
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