I riped up my previouse journal entry. Oracle burned the shreds. The ashes got washed away in the rain. That's all behind us now. Certain somebodies will never find us here.
It's been so long since I wrote anything because me and Oracle aren't exactly settling in to well. Actually, "settling in" wouldn't exactly be the right term as we haven't found another permanent place to stay yet. The two of us are sitting here curled up in the middle of a clump of bushes with a refurbished sheet stretched over the top like a roof. We threw some leaves on it so it would be less noticable, it's not much but at least it's somethin'.
Oh, and guess what? The snow finally melted away. No more obviouse footprints or crunching under foot for us. Warm weather brings picknickers and oppertunities. But not today. Today it is raining up a storm and I am oh so grateful that we have a roof overIT'S LEAKING, AW MAN! This has got to be punishment for all the things I've never gotten caught for......
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You accidentally stumble upon the entrance to what seems to be a large hole hidden in a big rock. After a closer inspection you see signs of someone living here. A heap of rags in the corner that could be a bed, a crack in the wall with bits of food in it, and a small, beat up looking book bound in brown cloth. You bend down to look at it and realise it's a journal. Out of sheer curiosity you begin flicking through the pages, hoping the person who wrote it won't be coming back anytime soon, you can'y help remembering that old saying.... "Curiosity killed the cat."