emily's journal (book 2)
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this is a prequil to emily's story this is the stuff that she thought and this is what she went through as her life went on before the fatal ending of her life
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One day, a boy found a journal. He thought it would be a good idea to write his experiences down, and that is where this story begins. This story is told in a series of journal entries, and isn't very descriptive, but when you have surviving on your mind twenty four seven, you don't have time to write the details. It leaves room for interpretation, and makes this story a unique experience for every reader.
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