You can't play my guitars or read my diary so don't ask.
July the Twenty-fifth
Hey Fynn! I’m going to keep a diary. I’ll send it to you when school starts and you can read about my adventures…if I have any. I sure wish you’d cadastrar-se the modern monster world and get yourself a computer or at least an iCoffin so we could exchange email or texts. Having to send everything por ghost post seems like it takes forever, not that we don’t have it, but you get my drift. Anyway, the morning after the going-away party y’all threw for us-which was clean outta fright-we caught a scream barco and headed...
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