Day 187
We are hopelessly lost in the hot dessert and running low on squid.
If I could only find the materials to fashion some sort of rudimentary drinking fountain. The I wouldn't be thirsty.
Keani is wasting the supplies. I drew a frowny face on her back as she slept and ate her secret stash of chocolate. I told her coyotes might have got in the camp last night.
She suspects I'm lying.
Clever, clever girl.
Galicia de moda.
8 years ago
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