❝sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴋᴇʏ.❞ ༺ʟᴜᴋᴀs' ᴅɪᴀʀʏ.༻

⋯
❝ Silence
is
key,
my
friend. ❞
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Lukas stared you down for a moment, Before snatching his diary back into his arms. ❝ This doesn't belong to you! keep your hands off of it! ❞ He snapped.
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warnιng.

ιn тнιѕ вooĸ yoυ wιll ғιnd,

•Entry's from a Salty Norwegian.

•Complaints.

•And salt.

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⚠вeware,

тнe мale wrιтιng ιn тнιѕ вooĸ ιѕ qυιтe тнe ѕalтy, rυde, and мyѕтerιoυѕ yoυng мan, proceed wιтн caυтιon⚠

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❝ Wise men learn from by other men's mistakes, fools learn by their own. ❞~ Norwegian proverb.

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⌜ ⌝
You stared at the book once
the male left.
It was leather with a few pages
ripped out, a pen tied to it by
ribbon.
On the side it had the words,
❛Lukas' D̶̶i̶̶a̶̶r̶̶y̶ Journal.❜
Slowly, you looked around before
picking up the book. . .

It shouldn't hurt to look. .

. .
Maybe. .
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