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That Starry Notebook

That Starry Notebook

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 4, 2015
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Romance
Kelly, an average college student, she took Photography as het course because it's the thing she fells passionate about, and shes got talent. She's having a happy college life, until she saw the starry notebook and make the past huant her again, even the people that hurt her from her past came back. It affected her college life and literally almost her whole life.. Can she handle those?
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