The Story Of Alexis Hasner
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As told by a Friend
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I heard them,the murmurs and gossip. Someone had died,most thought it was suicide but only i knew the truth. IT WAS MURDER!!!. Funny thing though I knew who did it. THE WHISPERERS,and I'm their next Target.
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