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Day 11.
Day 11...I don't have much time to write...the cube is watching...this is no longer about solving a stupid puzzle...this has become a game of survival...even though the cube can't actually move...and I'm probably just imagining this whole ordeal...I'm convinced that that cube wants me to...well...you know...kick the bucket...and I think he's reckless enough to do it to me...I wouldn't dare try to pick it up...let alone try to solve it...who knows what it'll do? It's cut off my food supply...by sitting front of the the kitchen...I've had to saw off more limbs...and even though it's hard to type like this (without my left arm) I still manage to get by...I have to go...it's coming...
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