Lol, okay just kidding. That song is my jelly, though.
(For those who do not know, The Adams Administration is a song form the original broadway play Hamilton, a play based on Alexander and Eliza Hamilton's lives, created by the man, the myth, the legend himself, Lin Manuel Miranda. Or, as I affectionately call him, Old Man Miranda. Anyway, copyright goes to him for this song or whatever- I'm just Hamiltrash and couldn't resist.)
Okay , so I just wanted to get you guys attention. This will be my short story book, and I want to say a sincere HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKING CHICKEN NUGGETS to all of you because you chose my book to read and that makes me happy, so yeah. Thanks. Anyway, just wanted to say a few things:
Hi.
I know my writing needs improvement, but I'm still pretty kickass and I'm praying you bear with me and stick with me to the end of my line because you will not regret it. That's a promise.
But anyway, that's about it. I can't wait for you to fall in love with the words that I already love so dearly.
Legal/ Copyright stuff I must include:
(Originally Published: December 3, 2016)
Text copyright 2015 by Viktoria Rose
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission from the publisher.
The uploading, scanning and distribution of this book in any forms or by any means- including but not limited to: electroniclly, mechanically, photocopying, recording or otherwise- without the permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law.
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters,locations, and incidents are products of the authors imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead , locales or events is entirely coincidental.
Alright loves, that's all she wrote.
A dear friend,
Viktoria
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