christmas letters
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dear friend, i wish you a merry chrismas...
haven't you always wanted to receive a letter on chrismas by a loved one telling you how much mean to them? Or maybe you've always wanted to write one...
This thingy you see here is my spontaneous chrismas special and it's very much inspired by my english teacher (i hate her but this was actually really cool)
It follows the concept: be nice to others, be nice to yourself! (yes, this really is how she introduced it to us xD)
However you found this, please consider taking part in it, the whole thing is based on interaction and I would love to make this as big as possible.
all explanations are in the first chapter so check that out if I caught your attention and i hope to see you there!
P.S.: If you were wondering who made this wonderful cover, it was the lovely @SophiaDelphin :))
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