Hi, My name is Scott John I'm 28 Years old ,I have a family and of course I have a job. I work on The island of Sodor and live . I'm the driver and fireman of Donald The No.9 of the railway . The fireman who's also a close friend is named Cameron James. He's A pretty good friend while sometimes boastful he's a fine friend you could ask for . I also forgot to mention I have a brother who works on another engine of Sodor NWR No.10 . My brothers name is James and if I'm talking about brothers I would also have to say that the engines we work on are brothers and are exactly Twins. Yes right I said twins they literally look like each other. The fact that I'm writing this in my journal why them two are talking with some engines . Tho I think I left my camera at home...Oh well.
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June 30th 1973 Hi again nothings really been going on tho I would have to say this two days after I wrote in my journal Me, Donald and Cameron Finished our day of after a goods train from Crosby to Barrow. While putting Donald in his berth I overheard him talking with some other engines . Duck, Gordon and his twin Douglas they were talking about some radio news saying that the Soviets have been spying around Britain's land and have attacked London in some way and while overhearing the big blue himself started rambling over saying he's to big and that the Soviets should attack someone their own size . I would fucking put a barrow in his mouth to stop him from shitting all over the sheds . Anyway it's time for me to go home my wife June and my kid Caden should be worried for me right now so I better get home. If anything happens I'll be sure to let y'all know.
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