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Monday, 9 March 2020

Drama Matchbox Diary...

I can smell the unbearable stank of others, the deathly odor of the dead mice fills
most of the room. At least I can feel a nice cold breeze flowing through the cabin. I can
hear others sobbing, moaning, snoring and breathing. I feel water droplets covering my face
from the wave splashing below. 

As the boat rocks from side to side. I can feel this morning's food about to burst out of me. At Least
the view and the ticking of the clock is keeping me entertained...

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