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Dead Girl Talking

Dead Girl Talking

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 28, 2018
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Mystery
"And as it crashed into tiny little pieces, my heart did the same." Grace Elizabeth Hill, beloved daughter,devoted friend, dead. It's been a week since Sophie Smith discovered her best friends body swinging from a rope. Destroyed and guilt-ridden Sophie doesn't understand why Grace left no note, and no goodbye, until a set of letters spill Sophie the story she has desperately been trying to read all along. Sophie will never look at the people she once trusted the same again. And as her towns secrets begin to crumble she realises Grace wasn't the friend she thought she once had. Cover by @sloans.
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