If Everyone was Depressed

If Everyone was Depressed

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This is a funny rewrite of the last book for the series A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson. All characters are from the book just some names were changed. This book was just made for fun so please don't take anything to seriously. If anything bothers you or offends you, please tell me.
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