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( BEFORE ) Fanfic inspired by the book Stolen - Letter to my kidnapper by Lucy Christopher. In this story, I will address the "ending" that I wished/desire. I perfectly understood the message the author wanted to convey, but in a way it moved me. I reread Stolen three times and none of them managed to read the ending again. That broke my heart. Not satisfied, I decided to create this fanfic demonstrating what I expected for Gemma and Ty. Maybe there are other people who think the same thing as me, right? ( FORM OF NARRATION ) I tried to make the writing similar to that of our dear Lucy. In the book, Gemma narrates the story in letter format, where she addresses Ty, so here it will be the same way. Why did I do this? Because I thought it would be better for us to travel through history as if it were the real book, you know? I want to try to pass on to you the same magic that Lucy passed on to us when she wrote this beautiful work. ➜ Characters found in the fanfic do not belong to me, but to our magnificent author Lucy Christopher. ➜ The cover designer was created by me. ➜ I don't have a certain day to post. Unfortunately my rush made me post before I even finished the fanfic. Sorry, but I'll try to keep a nice pace. ➜ Leave your review or comment. I hope someone reads this here. ♥
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27 de abril de 2015
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27 de abril de 2015
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