Im back again on the fifth floor (lots of real REAL fast descention down the stairs. im SO GOOD at this now. barely any slowing down in the air. is this a good thing. i feel like it is). Ira and Vasya left for some times, went to relatives, and their apartment is left to us. I go upstairs. Im inside. when i touch something he probably or def touched i feel icky. But unless it s a definite TOUCHED a LOT i dont feel i will wash myself from that. Looking thru the balcony window. Going to the kitchen to look at the old ways the things were on the walls. But they are mostly not that way anymore. They are not there. I wanted to see them  question mark. (I feel that i dont wanna touch anything, walls, but still to go there and look, i ingore the possibilty of touching. AND a little bit of not being allowed? there? or like... not being supposed to be there) (as i do those and other things, after doing most of them, i think OH maybe they have webcameras around. He would oh he WOULD. its a future and he could do it if he wanted to. ... spy on me and what im doing up here in his lair. I worry but shrug it off, like ok even if they do see me.. so what. i did some weird things but?) (but what?)

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