Dear Nobody, Give Me A Name

Dear Nobody, Give Me A Name

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These are my letters to Nobody. Things I wish I could say in real life. Things I wish people would understand. This is going to be one of my deeper works, so keep that in mind if you decide to read it. If you do, feel free to comment and tell me what you think! --- Text copyright © Randi-Wandi™ 2018 The moral right of this author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is being published under the condition that no part of this story, whole or partial, shall be reproduced or retransmitted, in any manner, without the written consent of the content owner.
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