The Boy Who Can't Die.
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𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 1
I...it doesn't make sense. This war has been goin on for some time, and it doesn't seem to have an end. Pa told me that he was workin on something big for us, to surprise the Japs. Somethin real important. I trust my Pa, and I hope we get our revenge. We lost a lot of good people in harbor, I'm tellin you.
(Ladies and gentlemen, they and thems. Welcome to my story. The Boy Who Can't die is a concept created by me and me alone. Aye HMU if you find somebody stealing it. This story follows a young boy, discovering things about him. It takes place for a mysterious reader finding a black journal, which tells out the boys life story.
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