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The Masked Hacker [Anonymous Fanfiction]
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MatureOngoing16m
Last published Tue, Jun 23, 2020
co-written with @MiraculousAngie
You're a barista at a small bookstore cafe spending your days waiting out life wishing to escape your dull daily routine. You might've lost hope if it wasn't for a new cafe patron that has an aura of mystery surrounding him. You're drawn to him. You've only seen him thrice, yet he's the only thing on your mind. Tall. Handsome. Mysterious. The day he walked in. The day he ordered his first drink. It's on a constant loop in your mind. What is his name? Why won't he open up?
We are anonymous. We are legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect Us.
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