Love Hayley
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Última publicación mar, jun 7, 2016
One year ago my sister Hayley Patterson passed away. How? We don't know. But i'm getting closer to solving this mystery everyday. I was left a shoe box. Stupid right? That's what I thought to before I actually opened it. I was left notes about thirty of them to be exact. I another note another day the rules state but I don't know if i can wait that long. Everyday every note it just keeps getting stranger. Who'd done it? Because we don't know.
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