Never To Be Sent Letters (That Actually Get Sent Without Me Knowing)
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Dernière publication ven., mai 27, 2016
I have a notebook.
A best friend who's not in my village anymore. With no means of communication between us.
A socially awkward, introverted personality.
Some so-called great writing skills.
Remember the notebook I mentioned earlier? It just HAPPENS to be magical.
I think.
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The thoughts of a sad person struggling to deal with the loss of one of their most valued friendships. Written in the form of notes to said person.
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