✴Pristine Melancholy✴ #Wattys2017
- LETTURE 71
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- Parti 8
These are the letters i found in my mothers room, in her childhood home. Seems to be written by a "Mr. Daven Hartford" in 1991. This is a peculiar piece that even my mother doesn't know the origin of but found it in the basement of this very house. Thought people might want to know.
I would have to say this by far the most weird and mysterious piece I've read since i have no idea who Mr. Daven Hartford is or where his family is now.
But you need to know.
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