Unlocking the Key to My Memories

Unlocking the Key to My Memories

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It seems as if Videlle's life is just beginning. She's seventeen and all other civilians treat her like some sort of monster. But why? She has never done anything to anyone nor has harmed a single fly. She's been through hell and back with all of these things that have happened to her in the past. What if Forrest Twinge is the key to all of her questions? What if...he unlocks the key to everything that says the truth about Videlle?
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