Dead Girl's Diary
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Last published Sun, Apr 26, 2015
hi. My name is Chloe Vasquez. 16. And I'm dead.
Yes dead. Don't freak out! I'll not haunt you or anything. I'm a pretty ghost by the way so you won't get scared at me.
Anyway I got this task and I need to put it in my diary and when I'm done with it I'll be in heaven.
Hope you'll not get creeped out. I'm sure you won't because I looked pretty when I died.
see yah!
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