July 22nd, 20XX
This is it. Everything's gonna end here, one way or another. We're leaving for the building today. This has got to stop.
If you find this and there's nothing on the pages afterwards, consider me dead. And if I am, my will is in my friend's hands.
-Jordan
[You try to flip to the next page, but you realize there are no pages written in after this one.]
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