June 12th, 2066

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I saw a shooting star, a moment ago.

Well, I thought it was a shooting star. Morgan said it was a missile, heading from the U.S. to god-knows-where. I hope it wasn't carrying one of those dreadful Renewers.

I don't have much to write about, today. Still enjoying my time at sea. I wish we could take this boat all the way to  Australia.

I wish Sara were here.

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