A little girl. I found someone. She is on the boat with me, now. I asked her if she was alone. She said she was. I told her that she could stay on the boat. She burst out crying.
It seems a little pointless to write a diary when the world has, in a sense, ended. When I die it will simply drift about. When I die, how long will it be before my journal is found? When I die, will this diary die with me?
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