You'll Understand Why
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Concluida jue, sep 20, 2018<5 mins
short story that I was given a prompt to follow for school.
Prompt: Every year on the same day a note arrives in the mail addressed to you that reads, 'He's alive and he's waiting for you.' This year, you'll understand why...
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