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reflect on these days of darkness.

               Lynne apologizes about the hassle, but I tell her it's no problem. She explains to me how she just
               wanted some peace and quiet so she unplugged her phone and turned off her cellular phone,
               completely forgetting that her children or mother may need to contact her. I planned on asking her
               about how Sarah knew my phone number, but I decided not to, to avoid any implication that I am
               not as aware as I seem to present myself as.

               After she leaves I begin to wonder if she is anything like me considering she keeps a log of some
               sort. I do it with dreams, she does it with whatever she does it with, but at the end of the day it's the
               same idea. Write this down so you don't forget. Maybe one day, when you're older and you've
               forgotten, you can open up these pages and relive the experiences. Your bloodthinner. The only
               thing is, unlike me, she probably throws away old diaries.

               Moments later I hear yelling in the apartment next to mine. That familiar voice that seems to have
               a soft-spoken inferior counter-part. I don't have to guess that it's Mary because she always seems to
               find the strength to be angry. A door slams shut and now her angry words have translated into loud
               footsteps. Stomps, almost. Give them a few seconds to grow up.

               As the angry footsteps begin to drown out, the sound of my television becomes louder and louder
               as I hear a news reporter speak about another homicide and how the case was solved less than three
               hours after the homicide because the perpetrator was an idiot. Not in those words. Even though the
               idea of having stupid criminals may sound great as first, the police that chase them should often
               find a challenge as to keep themselves from being just as stupid as the criminal.

               There will be police officers who praise an intelligent criminal simply because the criminal made
               them a better cop. If a police officer is lucky, they will chase a criminal their entire career, and
               regardless of whether they catch the criminal or not, they may thank the criminal under their breath
               for giving their life a purpose. Or at least keeping them busy.

               The reporter begins to speak to a female police officer and she makes some mention of sentencing.
               You could almost say a prison sentence is determined based on the average of the crime's
               frequency, and of course the crime itself. If it was statistically correct that each person would kill at
               least one other person in their lifetime, then the severity of the punishment for a homicide would
               go down. One, because the the crime happens so often, it would not seem as heinous, and two,
               because there would be too many people in prison and there simply isn't enough money too keep
               them all there.

               Imagine the punishment of a homicide if there was only one homicide every ten years. Someone
               might call that murderer Satan himself. It should also be noted that the crime itself holds a large
               amount of value towards determining the punishment as well. You won't get a hundred years in
               prison for stealing a radio from a radio store even if a radio is only stolen once every one thousand
               years.

               There was a man who said that political and religious authorities will often try to confuse the
               people with over-complicated moral systems so that the people might actually believe that certain
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