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cold linoleum. He told me that on the morning of Toby’s birthday, he had woken up to find a package on his doorstep. There were no stamps, no return address, just Toby’s name written on the front. Inside was the journal and a typed note addressed to Callum, telling him exactly what to say to Toby. The note said that I was going through a hard time continue reading …
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