A Series Of PETTY Endings
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Have you ever read a book that has made you feel like this? Well, me and my good best friend have. And we decided, because of this, we're going to write a bunch of petty stories because we're bitter and want to make people mad. WARNING: All stories will end in a petty or bogus way. Sorry, just how it is.
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