Wallet
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Last published Mon, Feb 7, 2022
Imagine you just moved to England and want to discover your new home.
It's the beginning of December, early evening, but already dark.
You are enjoying some alone time.
But then somebody loses their wallet.
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This is a very short story about Louis Tomlinson, enjoy :)
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Please don't take everything too serious! Some parts would be critical in real life in my opinion, I'm well aware of that. It's just a fun project and if I'm lucky you like it too :))
And please excuse any typos, spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
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