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victim 425

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Every morning, Baylen Madison wakes up in a new body - and every time, that body is already bound to be dead by the end of that same day . She should be worrying about grades and shopping , but instead she's here . Now this isn't normal to begin with - but the catch ? Each victim is different . Each scene the same . The same knife . The same killer . Now Baylen isn't just a witness to the murders . She's part of them . If she can't stop him before he finds his next target... she might finally wake up in her own body - for the last time.
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