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The headline of the article, *Your Teenage Confessions Online*, screamed at Ben. He didn't believe it. This had to be some kind of automated spam, designed to harvest clicks. His teenage diary was long gone, burned to ash years ago in a bonfire of embarrassment.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to reason with himself. This was a joke. He’d be able to spot the fakes right away. He clicked on the link with a casual click of his mouse, expecting the usual internet garbage.

The first entry started with a vivid recollection of his first day of high school. It was all there, the details perfectly matching his memory. His jaw clenched. He felt a rising wave of panic, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.