•eleanor&park• [an additional chapter]

•eleanor&park• [an additional chapter]

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⚠️⬇️ all rights belong to rainbow rowell, the author of the book "eleanor&park" this is just an additional last chapter of how the story could go on and it's all just made up by me this was actually just an assignment in my english class but it turned out quite well so i'll publish it i highly recommend to read the original book because it's really really great (and you'll understand my chapter better) have fun reading it :)
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