No meaning behind this one. It's just there, like I am.
Now, for some reason this thing doesn't let me upload this when I want, so I'll try to just write stuff to see if that is enough.# Nope, apparently there's a conflict between stuff I wrote like 3 months ago on another book and a book I created 5 minutes ago. I don't know how or why, but I honestly don't want to ask for help. I just want to publish this and do the same for the next day.
## OK, SO THEY LITERALLY TRAPPED ME IN A LOOPHOLE BECAUSE I HAVE TO WRITE MY USERNAME TO ERASE THIS PART OF THE STORY IN ORDER TO EXIT, BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IS WAS EXACTLY BECAUSE I HAVE A TERRIBLE MEMORY.
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Late-start InkTober
Non-FictionI will not post this on the right order because I started late and posted it even later than that. Other than that, it's my attempt to be spookier or more deep, although my stupidity is spookier and by toilet is deeper than all of this.