008 ["voice"]

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[A couple of inkspots appear on the page, as if the owner of the journal is pondering what to write. Then a short pause, and it switches over to voice. Or perhaps "voice." After a minute of nothing but the wind and the faint sound of the river, the entry is cut off by the sound of the journal closing

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[... orz] Yes. Yes, I am.

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[Well, certainly not the sort of private moment he's thinking of, but it was meant to be private, thanks.]

I am carving a flute.

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My reasons are my own.