"Aye, aye! and I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up. And this is what ye have shipped for, men! to chase that white whale on both sides of land, and over all sides of earth, till he spouts black blood and rolls fin out."
Friday, June 15, 2012
We're in a motel now. He's been 'tracking' the Slender Man, checking for sightings online and so on. I want to tell him it's not real, that it's all in his mind. But ripping him away from this fantasy right now would just damage him more. He needs something to hold on to. I guess that means sleeping in motel rooms for the foreseeable future.
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