Paper Planes

Paper Planes

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Mystery love letters don't just end up in school lockers on their own. ⋆☆⋆ In which Elsey Dayton starts receiving paper planes in her school locker and seeks out to find who the sender is with the help of the shy boy who works at the local diner. ⋆☆⋆ #1 - ya [ 24/04/26] [ glassheart chronicles : #1.7 ] [© ataliass 2026 ]
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