Year 4-
I received a brochure in the mail; apparently, some people found my poems and letters and sent it to a publishing station. I was asked if I wanted to become a writer, and I happily accepted their offer. I laughed at all of my co-workers as I quit my job. Hopeless I may be, but I am full of love for my admired one.
Even as I went to work at a publishing station, I wrote my letters to my beloved.
Year 5-
I became popular fast. My literature was used often, and my poetry got the attention of many, many ladies. These ladies of various ages would always flock to me, flirting, talking to me, and trying to get my attention. I would never fall for any of their tricks; I was devoted to love my one and only. I didn't find these females funny or kind - they were quite vicious to each other. I'm sure Cry would get a kick out of this.
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15 Years (PewdieCry)
FanficPewdie met a man named Cry, and he writes him a letter every day for fifteen years. He gets a surprise on the fifteenth year - is it a good surprise, or is it upsetting?
