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Journal Entry: Friday, October 12th, 2006
I learned the hard way to never keep anything from Master. So I should have known something was up when I found the envelope with my name on it sitting on my keyboard. I'm getting ready to leave now, but I'm not sure what all to expect. All I know is that I was instructed to not take any clothes with me to Master's practice. There's a fold-out sofa bed in his private office, and I have the distinct feeling we'll be spending all weekend there.