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An unknown person's messages. The confessions, proposals, his disgust or whatever, intrigued the green-eyed boy. He, the unknown, looks parallel to anything, inclusive, with the Harry's world. "12:23 am. And what does all this mean? 12:25 am. This? Well, my dear friend, those are the problems of an idiot."
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