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Day one: Seperated from my unit, I marched across the desert. Survival on my mind.
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| The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz-And the sky with no clouds... | |
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Dear Diary: OMFG! Two days! I can't believe how hot it is! I'm gonna have a bitchin' tan, though!
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| The heat was hot and the ground was dry- But the air was full of sounds... | |
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Dear Penthouse: I promised I would never tell a living soul...but there was the cutest little dude ranch on the ninth day...
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| I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. | |
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| Honey? It's Sharron! Don't you remember me? | |
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