Dear Diary, Ralph again did you miss me? Oh boy I've been waiting to write to you. I was walking along the beach today, I thought about how much of life is an improvisation and about how a considerable part of one’s waking life is spent watching one’s feet. I tried to get the group back in line by calling a meeting, At the meeting place, I gripped the conch shell and berate the boys for their failure to uphold the group’s rules.
If they don't listen we'll never get out this place. I'm ready to go home, but they don't care. It's not fair to me, Simon, and Piggy. I cant blame the littlun's because their still babies. Oh boy the boys are saying I'm not doing my job. What do I say? Do I call the meeting off? I'll just leave it right here
I don't know anymore diary. I'm gonna call it a day, and leave it to them. Then again never mind, I'm gonna stick here for a little bit. I wish you could write back to me or give me a sign of what to do. I'm stuck right now, but I'll think it through. I'll write to you next time diary.
You're only friend,
Ralph

I'm a bit confused. Are you writing as Jack or Ralph?
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