Welcome to the first ever chapter of "A Book You Can't Sweat Out." Sit tight because you're about to go on a journey.
But, we need a proper introduction if you may ask. If it isn't obvious, I'm the narrator, your eyes of this story. This is the prologue.
Now not much is here to discuss, mainly because you are the audience, reading this. We will need a pace and a beat and you, as the readers, to keep time. We have limits, ya know. We sorta shake it up and you sorta read it. The chapters are going to be vastly different from each other.
And we wi—oh, okay. Sorry to interrupt but some shocking news has came in. Apparently, the artists these days aren't who they choke up to be. Maybe it's because we're still so young and hungry for attention. But, we will get back to that on another page.
But, as mentioned before, this is only the prologue. The real stories begin now...
Next up:
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
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A Book You Can't Sweat Out
Hayran KurguI had ideas like this that I wanted to do in a long time and now it's becoming a reality
