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You gather some wood for a fiure and eventually start it with a couple of
sticks. The warmth of the fire is soon building up, and you are warm
again.
But also sad.
You have no escape, and are all alone on this Island, maybe forever.
Worse, no one else seems to be around.
"Why did I have to come here?" You say to yourself.
You cry yourself to sleep that night.
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