I stole this book.
Yes, I did.
I don't know why. It looked...nice to have, I suppose.
If you found this, and are now reading it, need I ask you not to tell anyone? But hopefully you aren't. I'm just imagining you.
And there's someone banging on the door, which means I have to go and do something much more important, that is, attend someone else.
I'll write my name here. After that you'll know it's me.
Ktathi
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When I write, I mentally can experience everything I write about. I can see it, hear the sounds and feel the gentle breezes or tormenting storms. This journal is for me to better know my characters and their stories.
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