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"I don't remember my name. If I ever had a name. Everyone just calls me 27. I've had that number tattooed on my left arm since I can remember. Even if I did have any memory of it I wouldn't be able to tell anyone because I'm mute. I live a normal life with my sister and best friend Alex but... Normal never stays."
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My twin sister died three years ago and on the anniversary of her death, my friends and I got a message from an unknown person "Alex didn't commit suicide, she was murdered" I think I'm stuck in a mystery novel or something ~Cover by dunleejane~

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