Dear diary,

  Bob pulled up to a log cabin deep in the woods, he left me in the car and knocked on the door. Nobody answered for a while so he just kept knocking until a shotgun barrel was shoved in front of his face.

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  I thought Bob was gonna be a goner and I'd have to teleport back home, but then the lady holding the shotgun burst into tears and hugged Bob. Then they talked for a bit and Bob got me to go inside their house. Turn's out the lady is Bobs' step mom.

  Her house is really cool! It's warm and comfy, and very stylish. I like it a lot.

  Love,

  Tina