July 12th, 2066

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I got so fed up tonight that I took my pillow and blanket from my bunk and slipped outside of the campgrounds. I'm just going to sleep here, tonight. What is with the hormone levels in this camp? Does Crutch just cultivate an atmosphere like this?

Sure, yeah. I might be bitter because Sara isn't here. Who knows what we'd be doing if she were? Do I not have a reason to be upset, then? Maybe.

My shoulders are killing me and my legs... well. My limp came back, today. I've been doing everything possible to hide it, since I don't want anyone to know I'm an imperfect. I can't be sent to Sanctum. No way. Not unless I find out that, through some miracle, Sara made it there.

So I must press on.

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