The Note
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Last published Sat, Jun 18, 2016
"Dear you, the body you are currently wearing used to be mine. I'm writing this letter to you because it's necessary for your survival. The rest is.... complicated."
She found the note slipped under her bed, being pushed outward by an unseen force.
This whole ordeal is a bit crazy, but trust me when I say she'll need all the crazy she can get her hands on.
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