Two thin slats of wood hold a collection of paper of various sizes. The writing itself bears scrawls, writeouts and scratchthroughs. Careful looking will reveal most of the poor spelling diction and grammer being marked through and more typical writing being left.
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
I woke and was doing my job when a big'un yelled that there was trouble in Dundee. I went to see. There were horrors from the Dead Zone.
Some others were fighting them too. One I hadn't seen in a while. The horrors were killed.
The big'un said some nice words and bowed. That wasn't right. Big'uns don't do that unless they're planning something. Then she said to have her thanks instead. Maybe she meant the other.
People are nice here. He's looking for crystals. I hope he finds the ones he wants.
I went back to harvesting.
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