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Nick chomped on a cooked porkchop he had brought along to the Nether, turning the page.
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It's raining.
While I was planting seeds today, the sky visibly darkened. Anyhow, I continued to plant until the first drops of rain hit my nose. Putting the sack of seeds and the hoe to the side for another day, I rushed back in the house.
Not all of the dogs would follow me. Dogs 1 through 5 seem to be convinced that in this dark light, monsters will spawn, and someone must protect the house. I hope they're okay. Dog 7 is guarding her dugout so no monsters will hide there. Dog 6 is managing to sleep on my bed, even through all of this rain. Dog 8 is in my lap now, whimpering. I shouldn't think about this now. I'm going to feed Dogs 6 and 8.
Was that thunder?
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Closing the book, Nick suddenly remembered that he had to leave the Nether. This world was taking a toll on him- he longed for a drink of fresh water. Standing up, he brushed the netherrack dust off of him and started to make preparations.
The Ghast was on the horizon.
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