*sitting along a forgotten wooden bench, lays a carefully crafted leather journal. If one were to be so daring and open it; one would find ...*
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Dear Journal,
It’s been two weeks and one full day since I saw my parents or even heard from them. I guess my parents don’t understand how to use an owl.
But then again… I really have no idea either. The dumb bird always screeches at me and tries to bite off my fingers when I get too close to him.
Dumb bird.
My pet snail is doing better. He’s so adorable!! I named him “Wilbert”. I just wonder why they weren’t selling him at a real pet shop though…
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