Chapter 1: August 25

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August 25

Looking back upon this journal, I have reason to believe I wrote these. But I don't remember writing them. They seem parallel to my thoughts now, though.

When I woke up, there were many food items on the kitchen counters- flour, baking soda, boxes of noodles, chocolate. Anything you could find. And the cabinets were empty. Who moved all the items?

I'm going to leave this journal in an open place so I remember to write tomorrow.

August 25

WTF is this

August 25

Did I write this stuff?

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