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This beautiful group invited me to join writingmadefun.deviantart.com/
AND I JUST FELT SO LOVED FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF---
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insert clever title about a stolen journal here
Huhh...Not really stolen, I was kinda-ish tagged...But this seemed fun. So.
The rules:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in your post and create five new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs.
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 10 people. nope
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T.S.A.V.T {25}
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Chapter Twenty-five
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Thirty Minutes Earlier
Holly sat at her desk, skimming over Nova's case file with a mug of coffee in her hand. She had already taken the matter into her own hands, slowly and carefully reviewing every case Nova had ever solved; every wealthy convict that had gone from purely innocent to a cold blooded murderer, personally having them sent to prison in under twenty minutes. But no matter how attentively Holly had looked through those files, nothing had added up. Every conviction had led to multiple years in prison, and while each and every single one of those people had a motive, i
Elements of Three: Chapter Twenty-Seven
Surprise, *****. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of this story.
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Little did Allana know, Mo and Darren were only five miles away from her sleeping body, walking through the entrance of the forest were her mother was buried. It was the middle of the day, only a few hours after the two decided to get moving. They were trudging forward, both equally exhausted despite their earlier rest. Mo occasionally rubbed his shoulder, though at times his hand moved automatically, easing the pain by massaging the bruise. But his nerves were
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