"My attention darts towards the parcel on the countertop. Mother and father won't be home till late into the night. Hesitantly, I flip the parcel over in order to open it. Written on it: Alex Standall. I feel a layer of me peeling away, as if, somehow,my deepest, darkest regrets have caught up with me, holing a knife to my throat..." NOTE: this is a FANFICTION - These aren't my original characters. Please support author Jay Asher and everyone involved with the making of the Netflix series. Xx
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