The 2 Red Strings
- Letture 21
- Voti 2
- Parti 2
I learn about the red strings, we learn how to see your string and how to show others. When I turn 17 I finally see get to open my string and what I see is unreal. I have two red strings? how is that possible, that isn't real, can it? Who are they? What does this mean? I journey ways to find my soulmates and when I do something happens.
--WARNINGS--
*Poly
*Gay Stuff
*Death
*Sad things
.I do not own the cover of the book I just got it from Pinterest.
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