Margo was sitting in the usual spot where Q found her, with a pen in her hand, tapping it against the grey notebook where she'll write her adventures in New York. It was still blank because ever since Q left, she became restless due to the countless thoughts possibilities that might happen if she stayed in Orlando that keeps her awake at night. She runs a hand to her disheveled blonde locks as she stared at the blank paper in front of her and then she started thinking about Quentin Jacobsen for the millionth time.
(A/N: Hi! Welcome to this story! Where everything is paper and the memories were not. Haha. Whatta lame entrance. THANK YOU very much for making an effort to read this crap I appreciate it so much. <3
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Paper Towns
Historia CortaA glimpse Margo's life after Quentin's departure. Sequel (unofficial) to Paper Towns by John Green Ps. Each chapter barely reached 350 words.
