What She Did
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Sophia Valdez put herself in Hamstien Mental Institution on the 14th of December 2014. No one knows why, No one knows who she is, there are no records of her anywhere, no one knows where she came from and most importantly, no one knows:
What. She. Did.
A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy my story: What She Did. This is quite a creepy story, so read at your own risk. My book is rated Mature, meaning it is around 10-11+, Depending on you and your reading level. Anyway, I can't wait to hear your thoughts!
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