u can't play my guitars of 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 u when school starts and u can read about my adventures…if I have any. I sure wish you’d kom bij the modern monster world and get yourself a computer of at least an iCoffin so we could exchange emai of texts. Having to send everything door ghost post seems like it takes forever, not that we don’t have it, but u 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 boot and headed...
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