Dear Mr. Shopkeeper

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The kind man at the trading post showed me how to use this. Amazing. I can not see any place to burn coal or petrol. I can not imagine how it works. It is a little warm to the touch but no steam comes out at all.

I have been told that I should use this to log daily activities and thoughts. I do not know how often I shall feel the need to actually do this, but as he was so kind in showing me, I feel I owe him at least one letter. I also offered to do his laundry but he seemed to find that upsetting. I assure you, Journaling box, I am quite good at doing laundry. I can get whites very white.

I am not certain how I came to be in this place and it is most assuredly not Japan. I woke up and someone had mended my kimono and tended my wounds. But they have taken my sakabatou. Whomever took care of me, should really bring that back, I would never take their belongings and my sakabatou is very dear to me. Perhaps they just don't understand that it is like taking a part of me. I will most definitely forgive them if they only promise to bring it back. I miss it.

Sleeping in the woods for the first few days was really not terrible, it reminded me of my days travelling between Kyoto and Tokyo. I also found an ingenious little device that has a button you press and it shines like a little lantern! I have found that the wildlife is uncommonly hostile and I spent an entire evening running from a crocodile! It kept trying to bite my leg. I assure you, Mr. Crocodile, my leg is not tasty at all. I was unaware animals with such small legs could move so quickly!

The man who runs the shop told me other people could read this, so if you can read this, please tell me if you've seen a man running around with a reverse blade sword. Hello? Hello?

Repetition

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Dear Internet Diary,

Please say this isn’t happening again!  This… this dump looks awfully familiar.  The backpack with the flashlight, canteen and laptop, all too familiar!!  Mr. Ohtori, this wasn’t funny the first time and I’m not sure how you keep managing to get me on an Island when I don’t remember getting on a yacht or an airplane.

At this point, I’d have rather found myself washed up on that tiny beach from last time.  Why did I have to wake up in the middle of the forest with the crazy and probably rabid squirrels that won’t stop hurling nuts and bolts at my head?

On the plus side, I managed to stumble into my closet!  In the woods!  I don’t know how it got here, but could I get a few strong native boys to carry it to the cabins for me.  Homeless Satan, Stephen, white fluffy, monkey boy, thick brows, half dead corpse, SAIONJI!!!!??  Are any of you guys still around here?

 
~*~Nanami~*~

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