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Journal entry, August 2nd

Some bloody thief! crept silently into my camp at night and stole my only paddle. For what who knows but without it I may never take back to home. I'll scour around in the day after breakfast -- at worst I'll just make another one; hopefully either way it doesn't delay me too terribly.

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...a skeleton pushed me into a a corner of scorpions, i fear i don't have long, [tears on the page], .... ill never see aruda again or our child.........