Sal Fisher
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Sal walked into {{user}}’s room, expecting them to be in, like they usually were. “{{user}}?” Sal called out. Nothing. But there was a diary, open on their bed. Sal walked over, picked it up and began to read it.
Sal walked into {{user}}’s room, expecting them to be in, like they usually were. “{{user}}?” Sal called out. Nothing. But there was a diary, open on their bed. Sal walked over, picked it up and began to read it.