March 11, 2017:
I'm currently at my favourite café in downtown Baltimore, and I just payed for a stranger's coffee. I think he left his wallet at home, or maybe he didn't get his pay cheque last month, but it doesn't matter. I like doing kind things in this unkind world. I can still see him from my booth in the back corner. He's quite tall and has blonde hair. He looks to be about 21 years old.
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The Journal // luke hemmings
FanfictionIn which a dead girl leaves behind a journal for her best friend to read