Woke Up In A New Decade
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  • Reads 2,690
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  • Parts 70
  • Time 6h 55m
Complete, First published Apr 22, 2023
Astrid Hoffmann was born in West Germany. It was 1987 and she was helping people get past the wall until the sunset. She was walking when she found an odd necklace and took it home to give back to somebody tomorrow. However, Hoffmann Wakes in a new body the next day with the necklace.
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The bright light fell over my face as I opened my eyes slowly. "What the fuck?" I hissed as I heard a gasp next to me. She then ran out the room screaming for her mother and father..

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