Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)
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"Do you fly?" I write these words without thinking. Why is someone watching me? To most people this would probably be disturbing but I oddly find comfort in it as it is a sense of security. By this time the sun is setting and the chill is becoming unbearable. I return home wondering if me responding to the letter is an idiotic decision.. Yea it is. But what is the harm in answering a question?************** Linnea is a young girl struggling by in the world with her only satisfaction being dance which she does privately in her garage in the forest. Someone is watching her, they see she is more than a ugly beast that her peers make her out to be.***************Dear Writer, I hope this is worth it in the end. *Sexual Themes*
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