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• Special Agent Dale Cooper
• 11:30 PM

Diane, 11:30 P.M. Great Northern Hotel, Room 315. Events converge. The theory of concentric thinking. There may, in fact, be no such thing as coincidence. While, generally, a man missing a limb is not in and of itself strange for a hospital, Deputy Hawk reports seeing a one-armed man outside of intensive care.

A note, 5x7 envelope, cream colored and scented with an expensively priced perfume, was slipped underneath my door. It said, ‘Jack with one eye.’ *breathes deeply* Now to sleep....perchance to dream.

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