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He Stole My Ideas

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LECTURES 816
Votes 185
Parties 10
Durée 2h 19m

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"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist." ~Oscar Wilde

The story of a girl who is trying to find her way amongst the aftermath of a family tragedy, but first must find who has stolen the journal that has kept her sanity in place.




(Warning: This story is rated mature for its strong language, the mention of drugs and alcohol, along with the topic of death. Read this story at your own risk.)Tous Droits Réservés

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