Wrong Number, Sorry.

Wrong Number, Sorry.

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***Official Author*** Roselines mother always told her not to talk to strangers. you never know who they could actually be, she's always listened up until she gets a text message from a unknown Number. She becomes more and more anxious and curious and replies back. Find out what happens with the strange Texter, will they become great friends or Wil they end up getting blocked? They were both normal, With normal friends, Well not all of them. Life it's hard but they knew who would always be there, Florida is her never land and she needs to fly away, Arkansas is her never land but she couldn't leave her. Especially if things get any worse here.. Shell have him and maybe she'll have the other one too. You never know when you're in wonderland. All rights reserved to @Ayexsavvy. This story shall not be published or made into a different story without the authors consent.
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