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GOD all of chapter 32 of AOWT is so sad. Like toms dad is finally honest with him and tells him how much of a failure he is and how he basically ruined the mission for everyone involved. Like holy shit imagine how devastating that is. And Tom already felt horrible bc of his moms recent death and his friends leaving him and eVERYTHING and dear Naga this book is ripping my heart out
"Yes, this makes me sound like an unbelievable loser." Eighteen chapters in and we don't even know this guy's name and he's relatable as fuck
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Week 1
The path - Jorah the Explorer
“When will we get there? We’ve been walking for hours, and I haven’t seen anything other than leaves and trees. My feet hurt, and you haven’t even told me where we’re going.” I said. We were walking an old beaten path. There was the smell of mud and rotting leaves in the air. The bearded, old-looking man walking ahead of me had not spoken a word to me the entire journey. Maybe that is why I did not really expect him to answer my question. As I looked up at the sky I saw dark clouds. The first drops of rain started to fall, when I realized I wasn’t even prepared for this kind of weather. I had no raincoat. No warm clothes. Nothing. I begged him: “Let us find some shelter, before I get sick from the cold and rain!”. And yet his footsteps sternly continued onward. The weather worsened. I reached in my now soaked backpack, grabbing the note that had put me on this trail. “Follow this man, for he can lead you to salvation.” Well, this journey looks nothing like salvation. Everything keeps getting worse, and I still don’t know where we are going. “Is this all even worth it?” I wondered while I walked onward. My breath was quickening. A bright flash, followed by a loud rumbling filled my senses. My steps were getting weaker and weaker, and yet I tried to follow in the footsteps of the old man. Weaker, and weaker. Untill it stopped. Everything stopped, and my eyes closed. The last thing I heard were the steps of the old man approaching. … The first thing I heard was a bird, tweeting contently. I slowly opened my eyes, and stood up from the bed I was laying in. The wooden floor of the cabin made creaking noises under my bare feet. All the blisters and sore spots were gone. It felt as if I never made the journey at all. I open the door, and see a big crowd of people standing there. People like me. Bent and broken, but never defeated. And the smiles on their faces showed that they were so happy to see that I was okay.
And in the middle of the crowd I saw the old man, and he gave me a smirk.
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A Jorah writey thing. This is what patch is to me. I go trough life, trough the most difficult of times. Everything seems to come down on me and it is all too much. As a religious person, the old man is God for me (though that is open to your own interpretation). He’s leading me trough life. And then when it all seems to be so much, I end up in patch. With people who care about me, and about eachother. And it helps so much. Thanks patch. I might not be around too much, but I try to be because you help so much :)
Regards, Jorah the Explorer.
Week 1
If I were to die, [Task 5]
If I died and I could, I'd write a letter to each one of you.
To Ace, Holden, Cameron, Charlie, Bambi, Shawn, Roni, Bobby, Reina, Nicolas, Gabe, Neruda and Chance. (Just in case you wanted to read them)