Found: flown to Michael Thatcher in the form of a paper airplane
Time: 1:45 PM, 10/15/13
When: Mr. Jaz was writing on the board, his hand resting in his back pocket, right on that flawless butt.
"I thought we agreed never to speak of it again!"
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Fiksi RemajaIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
