Chapter 33 : MY MOTHER’S OLD JOURNAL

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There was only one person who I knew looked like that and that was—Vivian.

“Thank you,” I whispered to my landlord, squeezing a couple of dollar notes into his hands as I rushed inside our old apartment.

The musky smell of dust was the first thing to greet me immediately after I...

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