originally posted in:The New Dojo
Marcus looked up from his journal, looking up to Ainsley.
“Yeah, mate. That was probably me. Just forgot what I was gonna write, mate.”
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“Ah, that happens to me often, except not in writing. For instance, I have no recollection of what I was doing before I came out here to investigate.” Ainsley frowned slightly. What [i]was[/i] he doing? At any rate. “Is that a journal?” He asked, pointing at the book.
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“Huh...Yeah. Forgot what I was gonna say.” He told him, slowly getting up from the tree, slinging his M1 Carbine alongside his back. “Maybe you could help me? Got this today.”