The boy who wrote
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Last published Sat, Jul 20, 2019
"Why is he always writing in that book?" She looked back at me while talking to her friend.
"I don't know thats all he ever do is write in it like a diary or something." She flipped her hair and turned back around in her desk.
I turned the page and just continued to write.....
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