In Another Earth
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  • Reads 85
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 48m
Ongoing, First published Apr 10, 2015
"I must make no mistake or my name is in peril." That's the line Kaname kept on muttering to himself. But no matter how hard he tries to live as a closeted gay man, there's still a thousand ways to fail and there's no way of escaping the fact that failing is unavoidable. But what if that mistake will lead to a series of event that will profoundly change his life? Discovery of an old, mysterious notebook, an unlikely love affair and a chance to live in another Earth.

note:
everything in here is not yet permanent. I have yet to correct some faulty grammars, made a decent story cover and maybe adjust some of the story if I found it necessary. You have to understand, this is my first full length story and I have to learn to many things yet.So please forgive me if my character development is not stable and/or consistent or the progress is a bit off. I'm really trying my best here. Hope you enjoy this one :)
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