Jan. 4, 1843
I'm writing a journal. It's boring. We're on a covered wagon. We're in the desert. 29 people died.
Jan. 5, 1843
I'm still writing a journal. It's still boring. We're still on a covered wagon. We're still in the desert. All the people died.
You're probably wondering... How am I writing this when all the people died? Well, the truth is, I'm.....
(Look down!)
A cactus.
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La La La La La ....Huh?
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