Grey on Replay
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- Parti 9
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, gen 14, 2021
What would you do, if one day you were an undergraduate, curious and passionate, and the next, a shell, shocked and quiet?
What would you do, if one day you were laughing, and the next your tears wouldn't stop falling?
What would you do, if one day your future was as certain as certain could be, and the next you felt like you were losing your sanity?
This happened to Yuka, on the night of Tuesday November 17th.
Her answer? Lying.
To the world, to herself, to anyone watching.
She'd do anything not to be called crazy.
But how long could she pretend fiction was reality?
Not long enough, it seemed, for if things hadn't turned out the way she'd hoped on that Tuesday November 17th, they weren't about to start now...
Trigger warning: some readers might find some of the content or subjects mentioned in this book disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.
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