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April 29th, 20XX

The steps of my boots reached the step that brought me to my humble abode,

My brother was there, so was my dad. He gave me this book as a present, a journal with the wit of words that filled the first page,

'This book belongs to Wilbur Soot.'

And so I lay on my bed, quill wielded in hand as I bring the ink to the blank space, writing these words with slow pace,

I plan to use this journal as I visit or stay, in this house I must keep it away from those willing to take and break, spoil and spill of what I make.

Signing off,
Wilbur Soot

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April 29th, 20XX


I'm making a year long visit with my family
I've been gone from here for a long time
Hopefully there would be no calamity
But that's rare in the life of mine.

My father gave me this book
A cheerful present I am grateful for
I lay in bed with a new look
Quill in hand, ink galore.

I plan to stay
To where I decay.

Signing off,
Wilbur Soot

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