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Writing has always been easier than confessing. For months, you've poured every thought about Mattheo Riddle onto paper, convinced your words would remain hidden forever. But when his owl mistakes your latest page for a letter waiting to be delivered, your best-kept secret ends up in the hands of the one person it was never meant to reach.
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