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Lifestyle d.g (Sequel to My Not-So-Imaginary Friend)

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Parts 16
Time 55m

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I decided to take a shower and go for a run. The music in my ears ease my nerves and I feel much more calm. When I turn the corner I bump into something and skid back a few feet.

"I'm so sorry." Their voice sends chills down my spine. 

"It's fine." They help me up and our jaws drop when we make eye contact. You wouldn't believe who I saw.All Rights Reserved

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Echo of the Past

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