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Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on Jul 7, 2009 21:41:13 GMT -5
Page 1 [The page seems weatherborn, ratty, and filled with messy child handwriting. Writing seems to be written in claw]
i dun know the Date, but V says weer goin to a place in Spain. them spainish people seem ta take a likin to my sister. i hav not seen my other sister in days. nicholas is a baby and i thinks hes gonna die of a fever. the boat rocks back and forth and it makes me sick to my stomach. i wish there was somethin else to do in this dirty, damn ship. v doesn't like me saying 'damn'. she lops me over the head when i dos so. anyways. its gonna take a month ta get to spain or sommat. good thing i found this journal. tho, some of the pages i had to tear out. had writing and bloody stuff all over it. welp. ill write to you soon journal -The Gun-Born Wolf
[Page ends in a crude drawing of a small canine with a giant hat, a cat with red hair, and a baby tabby cat.]
-WILL ADD MORE-
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