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Today, we made our way through a stretch of dense woodland, the trees towering overhead and casting long shadows across the road. Yet, despite the change in scenery, nothing of real interest occurred. The day passed in a sort of dull haze, my mind more occupied with avoiding the insufferable company of Tom than with the surrounding landscape. His incessant chatter was like the persistent drone of a fly, always hovering on the edge of my awareness, but I managed to keep my distance, retreating into the pages of the book I’d been reading to maintain some semblance of peace.

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In truth, the monotony has settled in fully now. There’s little worth documenting—just the endless road ahead and the tedious crawl of time. Unless something of note happens in the coming days, I see little reason to continue updating this journal for the time being. For now, I’ll leave these entries in silence, waiting for something—anything—of worth to record.