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the thinker

the thinker

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Last published Thu, Mar 17, 2016

Scarlett Winters was that typical quiet girl in the back of class. You might even say she was nerd. As to be expected when you have a 4.0 GPA and you can actually maintain a good grade. She never talked much. Everyone always thought she just didn't have anything to say or she was just too scared to say anything. Little did they know, that their little Scarlett Winters was quiet the chatterbox. If course she didn't actually talk. She wrote it down in her notebook. Or as she called it, her thought journal. She wrote about everything and everyone. Every thought. Every emotion. Everything. She always had the notebook with her. That is until one fateful morning that she dropped it and a very special someone picked it up. Would they give it back? Or would they read it and find all of the dark thoughts and painful memories that she tried so desperately hard to fo

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