What really Happened to Ella.
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I wake up its 4:30 in the morning, This keeps happening to me. Well on June 2nd of every year since 2005 this has happened to me. Then when the clock strikes 10pm, It's like i kind of enter a parallel universe. Its just like my life when Ella was around. Who's Ella you ask. Well thats just the beginning of the story.
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