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Journal
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2020
Hey, my name is James. And no, this story isn't about me. This is about a girl and a journal. This girl has been a toy of mine for years. And before you ask, no, nothing sexual. Ever since she was twelve, I've been watching her. But at the age of fifteen, I started to lead her to me. And after my job is done, I collect what I need. But that's not it. I torture her by making her come back to life with missing memories. At least she always comes back to me.

(Hey, the author here. What you just read was something from a character that talks about his side of the story but still has the plot and stuff. Read the book to find out the girls' side of the story!)
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