Sometimes this kind of life isn’t too bad. When I don’t think about Terrance and the rest of my crew, I can get to enjoy it.
Other times, I really miss my old life. Tropical rains are one of those times.
The plus part is that the drenching as a sort of halfhearted shower. It was nice to feel a little bit clean.
One day starts to flow into the next. After a while, even the beauty gets to feel routine.
I looked all over my corner of the island for some sign of the girl, and I couldn’t find any. I started to wonder if I’d imagined her. Then some supplies started going missing at my campsite.
Then one day I woke up, and she was standing right there in the middle of camp, watching me.
I tried to approach her non threateningly this time. I didn’t want her to leave!
We tried so hard to communicate, but she doesn’t speak Simlish. I still have no idea who she is or why she’s here. If she has an adult, she gave no sign.
But we found something that didn’t require language.
It’s so wonderful to not be alone.
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