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A Loser's Thoughts on Life

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Reads 13,254
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Parts 101
Time 3h 45m

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//Highest Ranking: Number 45 in Non-Fiction//

Hate is a strong word. I know that, that's why I use it.

If you've ever been annoyed by stereotypes, character names, or just people in general, you have come to the right place: a collection of rants where I share my opinion, spill my thoughts, and connect with all you fellow Losers!

Love is another strong word. Again, that's why I use it.

There's enough hate in this world, and that's why I decided to include a few things that I love in this book as well. 

There's one hundred parts to read, so what are you waiting for?

xoxo Emmalynn

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