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Being honest here, I really don't know why I even wrote this. Perhaps it was because my profile seemed very empty and I don't like the sound of emptiness—so I wrote this pathetic excuse of a book. Mind you, I haven't seen many. But besides all that, I really don't know what to rant about, so you guys can ask some questions—just not too personal. Example being where I live. I can say what country,state, or what continent, but not exactly where. Sorry stalkers, but not today.
Also, I won't be able to answer all of them if there seems to be many, but I will try my best! I also have the right to deny any question (probably anything that is personal, including a face reveal) but it is unlikely.
Anyways, hope you enjoy this "book" and you can ask questions in the tab labelled "questions."
❝︎There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were 'Special Effects' sweets: Drooble's Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps ('breathe fire for your friends!'), Ice Mice ('hear your teeth chatter and squeak!'), peppermint creams shaped like toads ('hop realistically in the stomach!') , fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons. ❞︎
