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August 2nd Still trapped on this miserable island. A fishing boat passed by in the distance, but when I lit my rescue fire, they mistook it for a barbecue and told me they already ate. August 3rd Still stuck on this desolate island. Some men landed to dig a hole and bury something, but they looked like the type of people you should stay away from. August 4th Still stranded on this forsaken island. Some headhunters passed by. I asked them to point me to civilization but their alter was in the way. August 5th I'm starting to face up to the terrible possibility that I shall remain shipwrecked on this island until the end of my life. The Island Princess docked in the lagoon but they wouldn't let me on board without a boarding pass. August 6th The noise of construction on the concrete overpass above my hut is making my captivity in this lonely place almost unbearable. I don't don't know how much longer I will be able to hold out. |
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Journals of Stevensen Daft
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