It’s a deal…
Ford had brought Bill’s statue to the basement later that midnight. He could hardly believe that him, a great scientist, had fallen into the temptation of meeting his muse again, after all the horrible things. Ford had made another journal; Journal 4, and skipped all introductions to write about ‘my muse’, how much he wanted to risk it and shake his staue’s hand, pondering why he brought it with him, and why he can’t get him out of his head!
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