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Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]
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Ongoing, First published Sep 14, 2018
Mature
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"Those strings above me? They anchor my world.
"Those suspenders connected to those strings? They anchor the world I create.
"The ceiling above those suspenders? They hold every single thing I do, forcing me to become a puppet to your plots.
"I wish to see the beauty of the world. I wish to see the beauty of the outside. I wish to see the beauty of human interaction. I wish to see the beauty of everything.
"But most of all . . . 
"I wish to see the beauty of you."

~~~~~

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PG-13
No smut. Not on my Jesus-loving server.
The book is actually not what it appears as. Let's go with it becoming a dystopic sort of world.
Welcome to my dark side.~
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