Day.
The train comes back, somehow.
That doesn't mater.
What does matter is food.
I go out to the nearest Wurger Burger
I ask for a double triple.
They ask me 'what in the name of flanks is a double triple'.
I immediately accidentally throw my new box that did not contain any plague or harmful gas at all at them.
They gave me a not poisoned, perfectly fine, and non-soggy burger.
I eat it.
It tasted....
BEAUTIFUL! I WOULD KILL FOR THIS THING!
GOODNIGHT~
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Diary of Sadness
General FictionJust a regular, wacky diary. With the protagonist motivated by jack shit.
