The 100 day diary

The 100 day diary

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When Kyle found a book full of diary entry's in it he was sure that was a work of fiction written by a kid that had lost interest in the story, how could it be anything else, when the date of the first entry was six months before the present day? However things start to become strange when a woman with the same name as the woman in the diary starts work with him on the day of the first diary entry. On the last page of the diary however there is a spatter of blood, could this book really be a work of fiction?
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"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?

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