Jack...?
[The snow crunches under Ianto's feet as he looks around. There's a long, silent pause before he speaks again, and then the crunching resumes rhythmically as he begins to walk.]
Right, this is... I have no idea what this is. I have no idea where this is, but I'll have you know this isn't my diary. I don't even know why I picked it up
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