Letters To Someone (On Hold)

Letters To Someone (On Hold)

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Last published Thu, Jan 3, 2019

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Zen Spears was dared to write a letter and put it in a public place and he did just that. What he didn't know is that someone had read his letter. And that someone is Elaine Duke. To Zen, it's annoying and embarassing to know that someone have read his letter and replies back, but for the sake of fun he replies back. This might be the last fun he was going to have before he move to England. Where people there are rich, snobby and spoiled brats (in his opinion). A place where there is plenty of private schools, strict teachers, boring classmates and have to practice drinking tea (still in his opinion). There's no more fun for him, at least not in his category. To Elaine, it's another check in her bucket list. A chance to have someone she can talk to without seeing each other in person. Another check in her bucket list before her last breath comes. She has cancer and she was about to die sooner or later. She doesn't have anytime left. What do you think will happen?

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