The Icelander sat quietly at his desk, his eyes fixed on his almost finished journal. There was the camera he got from an unknown person right beside it, too. He seemed to be in deep thoughts at the moment.
Was it really worth it to do such thing?
Was it worth it to start to use that camera?
He let out a quiet laugh as he stood up and hid his old journal in one of the drawers. He wasn't going to continue to do anything with that book. No.
He then took the camera into his hands, a small smile on his face. He knew exactly what he was gonna do with it. So simple decision to make, wasn't it?
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Hello guys. So, admin here. I know I didn't update this in a really long time and I am truly sorry for that.
To those who have read it that far; congratulations. You've made it to the end of this cringy as fuck book.
And yes, there's gonna be a part two of this. Hopefully, it will not be as cringy as this one..
Gotta put a warning on this one. ;)
Over and Out,
Admin!
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Emil's Journal
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