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The cold dry air nips at my skin as i try to make my way back to you, I managed to make a small fire with the few tools I have....
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...I struggled to pass the most challenging obstacles in my way, most requiring great logic....
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...But i continue my quest to get back to you, my duties await. Yours truly, Stan
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