by Jory Carver on May 5th, 2014, 8:58 am
JoRy CarVer
At the bottom of a set of rickety, old drawers there was one with a rusty lock clasped around it, refusing the budge no matter how hard you yanked at the drawers. It didn't look like there was anything of much value encased within a lock so crude so most thieves, given no choice, would simply leave it without much hesitation and regret. Inside said draw were mainly old baubles and trinkets as well as seemingly random assortment of objects. Underneath all the crap was a battered, bounded journal coated in a thick layer of dust. It appeared to be owned by several people judging by the range of scrawls within its pages, as well as several letters folded hastily between them.
This is where Jory records important events in his life and on occasion expresses very rare thoughts, also this is where he places letters after receiving them.
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Retired, bye all.