*writing chapter 1 of Tyler's Game*
Quentin's boi.
Me: *starts laughing really hard*
Person: *looks over at me*
Me: BOI. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. DONT KILL MEH.
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Inside was a picture of my cat Grumpy.
Me: WHAT IS MY LIFE.
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Crap.
Me: HAHA REBEL.
Person: 0-0
Me: HAHA CANT TAME ME MOM
YOU ARE READING
The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
De Todo2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
