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The gnomes are the most organized part of an otherwise unkempt island. I like that there’s little rhyme or reason to its structure, though. I enjoy knowing where everything is, even though it’s not immediately obvious. Every time I have to open my inventory and switch to my vaulting pole to cross inconveniently-placed rivers, it’s annoying, but it also feels like the island is its own character, rather than one entirely of my design.

My island only has a small handful of residents, so even if I only play for 20 or so minutes every day, I have time to talk to everybody and give them a gift of some sort. Antonio, ever the athlete, finally has a bike suit, exercise bike, and weights for his home. Good for him. Marina showed off her singing skills the other night, and it was a treat. Agnes was prickly when she first showed up, but we’re thick as thieves these days. Benedict asked me if we could be friends forever on my birthday, and it melted my heart. Patty is still bad, but we all just ignore her, for the most part.

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Nobody goes near the campsite.

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