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| After a week, I can finally say that I am starting to adapt to life on the Island. The coconuts taste better each time, and my hallucinations have vanished. | |
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Suddenly, a deafening roar is heard on the other side of the island.
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| My earlier paranoia has been replaced by a maddening sense of Deja Vu. I am on a deserted island an a mysterious creature is making an evil noise and stomping trees. Where have I seen this before? | |
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