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I Read The Unknown Diary

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Leituras 223
Votos 34
Capítulos 16
Tempo 1h 28m

death depression diary manhattan mysterious mystery olivia orphan sad suspense texttospeech thriller youngadult

"Actually you've left behind your diary. It would be great if you would let me know your current address. So that I can give it back to you, Mr Hanson -" I said.

"NO NO! I don't need it, alright? You can just chuck it in the trash. It doesn't belong to me anymore." Mr Hanson interrupted.

Immediately, he hung up the call.

That was wierd! Who would not care about a diary they wrote for days or months or years? 
After all, there was somebody's personal life in it. 

The curiosity was killing me.

That man is surely a mysterious one. No doubt!

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