During your stroll in the forest, you find a book laying on the ground. You don't want it to be a waste, so you pick it up. Opening the book, you find what seems to be entries dated from a while back. Feeling tired you head back to your cabin. You pour your leftover tea and sit in your chaise lounge. Kicking your feet up...

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July 18, 1974

Today I finally turned 23 and now I'm getting packed to leave. I know people would rather beg their parents to let them stay a bit. But I rather not because I have plans. You see since I was young, I have always wanted to try to survive in the woods or forest. Whatever.

I already built the cabin so now I just need to move in. This'll probably take a bit so I'll just update this notebook whenever I have the time. I forgot to mention this, but this was a present from both of my parents. They believed that I would find exiting things out here. That I would have so many stories to tell that I needed to keep them all in my trusty book. I didn't want it at first but if I DO find something interesting then I guess I will need it. Not to mention it could be handy when I need to keep track of my supplies.

Finally, it took me so long to write this that my brother finished loading the truck. That means we have to drop by the store, and pick up some more food. The point is that I'll have to continue this when I get to the cabin. So this is it for now.

Sincerely,

Jack Vane Declan

The entry ends there. 

You then flip the page.