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WpMetadataReadЗавершенная история вск, янв. 17, 20161h 3m
For you, Ivory. All of the things I never told you and all of the things I'll never get to tell you again. Love, your Chloe. ********** Ivory Snow's best friend disappears out of nowhere on a crisp, autumn evening. She left Ivory no text, no note, no nothing. Ivory was left completely empty-handed. Or so she thought. A week after the disappearance, Ivory decided to pay a visit to her friend's house, and wandered aimlessly to the familiar bedroom belonging to Chloe. After sitting down on the bed and accidentally kicking something residing underneath the mattress, Ivory uncovers quite possibly the entire mystery of Chloe. Inside this small wooden box, are twenty-two cassette tapes, all labelled differently. And one small note. One small note, containing a mere two words. For Ivory.
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