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F I LE 4 U P L O A D E D: Lizzie's Diary, Entry 1

WARNING: C O R R U P T E D F I L E

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Oh my gosh.

Well.

That happened.

Me and FWhip were watching from the sidelines when the lion just- went for Pix!

It was awful. We have our first act soon, and I hope it doesn't go that badly.

Do͚̯̦̺̻n̖̻͍̣͉̞'͉t̤̮̖̙̭ ̠͍̹w̩̠͍̯̳o̤̲̖r͉̳͈̬͈̝̤r̠y̙͈̟͍,͍̹̻̺̟̲͎ ̲̩L̠͖i̩̙̮̝̩̜͍z̜̼̼̳͇̺͖z̯̠̟̞̠̤i͇̜͍̘̲̯̟ḛ̥.̟̜̯͓̥̺ ̣̥͓̤̫̻ͅY͈͉̜̠̲̗ọ͓͇̟u̼̳̫r͈̰̞̮͎ ̮͎̞̫̹̱̟F̹̱̳͖ͅͅI̠̪̜̦̘̮R̲S̺̜̪̙T̳̹̻̰ a̭͙̩̠̩̙c̺̯̱̻͓̣͙t͎̘ ̜̙͔͠go͕̙̦e̩s͍̜̹̦͓͖̙ ͍̗͚͚̯̪̺j͍͓̰̟̤ͅu̦̲̫̘̬͔̠s̥̘̝̬̦̭̯t͚͔̩͈̫͠ͅ ̮͚̰͔̺f̛͙͙̲iṉ̞̠ḛ̵̤̘̩͍͍̣.

Oli felt terrible. Poor thing. He keeps saying that he could have done something, and that it's his fault.

Over and over.

It's midnight now (I'm writing by candlelight) and I can still hear him talking to himself. I think it's really messed him up.

I don't know, actually. I've only been here a few weeks. Maybe Oli was already messed up?

Apparently Pix is going to be just fine, which is a relief, but I think that memory is just- burned into my brain forever.

P̟̥͠o̩̮̳͕͚o̱̭̣̝r҉͎͕ͅ ̧L̶̮̞̱̝̥i̘̼̬̪͕͚z̶̯̖̠z̩̘̬͙͎͚ḭe͉̘̻̜͞.̝̥ P̢̗͎o͕̣͓̬͚̘͚o̩͈̤r͏͔̪͖ ͇̝è͍̻̗̪v̟͉͚̳e̵̦̳̠̥͍r͖̱͓̪ͅy͡o̺̱̱͙n̙̞̱͉͚é͈̞̪̭,͔̘̝͚̕ͅ ̼͓̝̺̪͕̥ ̦͉ ac̺t͓͖̻̝̹̻̯ṳ̞͙͔a͕͙̘̥͚̟ͅl̶̖͖̱̫̲l͉͇y̨͕̹͇.̴͓̻͕

He's meant to be getting like- a robotic arm? Or something? He can control it, but apparently the owner of the circus can control it as well.

Oli and Pix's act isn't going to happen again for a while.

One of news articles about it (there was a bunch of them, apparently no accidents have ever happened in this circus) said that apparently Pix's instrument (which he uses to control the lion? Somehow? I don't get it) was faulty, which is why the lion attacked him.

I think I'm going to go to sleep now. Me and FWhip are practicing our act again in the morning (we have to practice a lot before we can actually do it in front of a crowd), so I should get some sleep.

Bye!

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Ț̝̞͔̺̳͠h͉͉͙͉̺i̢͚n̹͇̪͈͍̠͝g̲͈̬̜s͏̱̬͍̼̫̭ ͙c̣̭ͅa̠̞̹͍̩̮̬͝l͖m̡̫̮̱e̦͙̩̙̣͓d̞͙͍ d̰͖͟ów͉͓̪n̝͉̣̘͈ ̜͈̬̺͓f̫̝͎̞̱̹oṟ̝͍͕ a ̺̟͕ͅb̨̜i͈͇̞̟̹͇t̗͈̩͚̩ ạ̙̣f̨̝̯t̻̦̮́er̙̠̣̠ ̥͚̘͟ͅt̳̳̼͍̮h͞i̖̥s͞,̱͉̫͍̼͘ s͚̪o͉͔̞͈ ̝I'͚̩̙m̝̭̱̪ ̞͓̪̬͕̬͈g̗͍͎o̩̝̟ing͔̻̤ ̳̦̘̪͕t̹̼͉̻̱̻o̗̝̪̞̲ ̳̤s̳k͔̰i̮p͚͖ ̰̰̻͉͓a̞̤͍̭̤̠h̝͚̳e̦̗̤aḏ ͖͉͇̻̺̬a̭̯͍̗̮̰̼ ̞͙͔̯bi̙̥̫̺͙ṱ̲̗̦͔.

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To̳ ̱̩̩w̮̘̟̰h̝̠en͙̮̤͔̰̥̖ ̺̯̼̤̭t̠̭̙̩̗͖ͅhe̦̼̬͔̩͉ ̖n̩͕̪̫̺̝ḛx̠͕̭̤̥̠̤t̘ ̙̭a̗͍̮͇ͅc̗̬̱̭c̹̻̻id̫͉͈ẹ̘̘n̲͔̯̯͍̲t ha̝ͅp̗͇͈̬͈͈̰p̜̖̝̠ḙ̙n̠͚̱͕e̬̥̹̦͓͚̮d.̙̥͓

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A̮̤c͔̝̹̱̝t͓̘u̹̞͙̣̦̰a̦̬̘̫̞͉l̩͕̳ly̬̜̟͖̞,͖̥ I̜'̮͚̠͕̱̙̰l̯l̮̗͓̹ͅ ̝̘̜̰̺ͅw͙̫͕̮a̩͉̪̳͈i͉͎̯̜̗͚t̺̤̞̭ ̞̞̟ḁ̼̤̯͍ͅ ̗͉bi̺t̮̮̭̩͎.̪ ̟̗̲

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I̙̫͉̙ ̯w̳̻̹̹̬͔ͅa͈͖̺̳nt ̜̖y̙̬̻̬o̥̱̣ụ͓͔̤̮̝ ͇̦̗to̞̘̮̥ ͖̪̩͇u̦͓͉̣̘̻n̙͈̦̩d͎̗̭̭̗e̤̮̮̘̩̝r̙̱͓̲̳̞̠s̩̯̤t̼̠̭̩̱̭and ̼͉ͅh̠̹o͍͎̦̪̬w c̝͎̱̰̺̻l̳̪̺ọ͇s̭̮e͙͈ ͚̱͎͙̣we̖̱̼͓̦̖̣ ̦̻w̰̜̼͔e͈r̞̺̪̤̲e̜̭͇̘̱ b̳̬͖͓̜e͇͉̹͇f̘̥̱̼͙o̝̳̟̭̞̲r̫e͍͈̗ ͈͖̭ev͎̝̯̠e͈ry̮t̝̖ͅh̥͕̗͚͚͉i̜̯̭̙̰͕n̰̮g.͓̤ ̤͕ͅ

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B̳̩̜͚̮e̞̤f̹̞o̮ͅr̥͍e̪̝ ̗̝̪̙ͅț̬ha̘̝̻ṱ ͎̼͇͉̩m̦̮͚̹͚̮̫ḁn͖ ̙͕̤̟̲s͔͙̳ab̠̬ot͍̣͖̬͙a͎̳͖͎̜g͔̜̪ͅed̜͕̲̘ ̞͚̫̞̼u̼͇͎̖̪s a͔͉̯̳ṣ͉͈͔ ̙̖̰͕a̰̮͕̠ ̯̩̻̺̜͇̟wa͇̺y̻͔͓̻ t̫o̥̜̜ ͓̣̝̘c͉̩̼o̘̻̥n̰̘͓͙̙̳t͚͕̮̠ͅṛ̖̞̗̺͖̻o̗̭̯̩̹̻̫l ͕̣̭͎us̟.͍̘̘̖̳͉̹

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E͎̗͔͙n̬̯͖͉̙̹ͅj͚̗͈̠̱͙̜oy̲̪̦̞̥̳͔ ̱͍̖̦͇̲͔ț͈ͅh͖͓̙e̯̯̮ ̰̻̱͉͕̤̹sh͇ͅͅo̥̖w̩̲͓̟̞̠,̯̥̟̙͚͍̳ ̣͕͚̦I̼ s͙̦͕͕̻͉͎u͈͇͔̟̲pp̼̠̜̫̻̝o͚̬̮s̺̹͕ḛ̞̺̫̲̺.

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