The following is a text transcription of all of the diaries, journals, and documents with information relevant to The Grim Rancher, and the case thereof.

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Drew Radigan, Jan. 8th
Mrs. Graine (Gr. 6)
How was your Winter Vacation? (3 Sentences)

My vacation was good. I had fun hanging out with my friend Jet, and we played Gotchimon. He beat me the first time, but I won the next time. His mom made pink lemonade, and we had six whole glasses of it. Each! Jet peed all over the bathroom, though, which was gross.

Then, for Christmas, I got a CD stereo player with radio and an alarm clock. We watched The Grouch and ate gingerbread cookies. It was pretty cool. I didn't really get to see any of my family except for my mom. I was kind of hoping my dad would show up this year. Either way, it was a gay old time!

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Flint's Journal #1
January 8

I got in trouble at school today, again, for pushing a kid from the junior high because he spit on me. The school counselor is making me keep a journal or I'll have to stay after school every day for two weeks. My dad thinks journals are stupid. I do, too. But I don't want to stay after school, or I won't see my dad or get dinner. He's always asleep at 6pm, and detention's over at 5:30pm. I guess these guys don't care if I eat.

Mom used to make me dinner, but she's... the doctors said she got some kind of rare flu, but they don't know what. Dad thinks it came from her work at the Pork Factory. Doesn't really matter, now. She's gone either way.

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To MOM, from JET.

I know you want me to talk about my day, so I left this note on the fridge for you. School was good, thank you for the bacon casserole! It was YUMMY! :o)

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Sid's Log: 01/08
Hillwood Beef Facility

Intruders caught on property, pre/teen (2). Cloak discarded by second intruder. Tracking in Preston, must catch before incineration at landfill.

Awaiting callback from various contacts. Communications much better here than in old country. No time to waste. I'm afraid. Retirement is coming fast, and death soon after. I must ensure that my legacy survives me.

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Pearl's Datebook

Take Drew to Eye Doctor. He's complaining about struggling to see the board from the back of the classroom again. Might need new glasses prescription.

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Dear Diary,

After school, Pearl took me to get new glasses. They're pretty cool, and a lot cleaner. I still look like a nerd, though. But I can't see without them! So I'm kind of stuck wearing them. I asked how long I'm supposed to wear them for, and Pearl said it's for the rest of my whole life! So I guess I'm going to be a nerd until I die. I'm just glad they aren't my birthday present this year. I'm not sure what to ask for yet, but I have until the end of the month.

I ran into Flint from school when we were leaving the glasses store. He was "running errands" for his dad, but I didn't see his dad around. We went to the burger place for some "severed cow flesh on a bun", as I like to call it (he asked me to stop calling it that). There was a garbage truck stopped on the road, with a piece of leather sticking out of a crack in it's hatch-thingy. Flint bet me his fries I couldn't grab it, so I did! I went up and pulled it loose as hard as I could, and when the truck started again it came out and I went flying back! Flint caught me though, so I let him keep his fries (not that I couldn't have eaten them). I am a benevolent king. >:-3
Besides, it turned out to be this cool cloak thing, like a darkish, brownish-grey leather coat with no sleeves or pockets, and all jagged and ripped at the bottom. It's sooo soft! I tried to wear it when I was watching my favourite show, Death March (it's about this evil and goofy necromancer king), but Pearl said it smelled like trash and I had to wash it. Oh well. Guess I can wear it tomorrow.

Once again, that's...
Andrew "Drew" Gonzales Radigan.

(NOW RETURN TO WHENCE YOU CAME, BOOK OF FEELINGS!! >8-D MUAHAHAAA!!)