Ask Me Something

Ask Me Something

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It all started with a question. Edith Cole writes a question everyday about family, school, friends, life, so on. Everyday on a blog that anyone can see, but no one ever does. Then all of a sudden someone starts answering her questions. Like clockwork 10 minutes after she submits the question someone answers it. Edith starts in her bedroom asking questions on her computer... to being in a mans house, she barely knows. Then after that she has no need to ask for anymore answers.
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