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Sawyer
They were arguing. Michael was stomping about on the raft like he was the King of the World. Jin kept pointing at the water, rattling off something in Korean that I didn’t have no clue about. Didn’t care much neither.

I leaned back, shading my eyes to watch for the green flash at sunset. Didn’t have no clue how far we were from the Island, but any distance was fine with me. There was a chance we’d find help out here. Thank the good lord for that, because I was running out of books on the Island of Lost Luggage.

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I'm on the Island: The Raft, season 1
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Sawyer
17 July 2010 @ 11:47 am
“What’s this, James? Are we having a picnic?” I hunkered down in the sand next to Juliet, handing her a Dharma Initiative tote bag. She smiled at me, brushing her hair away from her face.

“We are, but the cooler’s up there in the shade. This is for our entertainment.” I pulled out a few different size plastic glasses and a big spoon from our kitchen. “We’re goin’ to pretend we’re kids and build us a sand castle.” I gazed down the endless stretch of white sand. “Hell with all this real estate, we can build us a whole kingdom.”

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