Today I was searching an old abandoned school. My son is getting hungry and we don't have much food. Most stores are either raided or full of raiders. I found some Un-Crustables. They smell fresh enough, most likely because of all the snow. I found this small notebook. Might as well take it. Maybe I'll burn it. Maybe I'll sleep on it. If things somehow get worse this might be my only hope for my son. I found a dead squirrel. It's probably been kept cold. I should be able to cook it. I'm going to have to tell Kyle it's chicken. He'll figure it out soon enough. He always does. Hell, he figured out I was Santa at just three. He had so much potential. I love him so much. Maybe one day he can put it to use.
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