Her Stress Reliever
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The room was plain and simple. The walls were a light creme color while the floors were a grey hardwood. The light wasn't the brightest, but still worked. There was nothing to do, but just sit.
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Hello there readers!
I know this is a bit different, but I guess I'll try to explain the best I can.
This story series thing is actually I guess a way of venting.
I have no ways other than this 'book' to calm down so hopefully this will work.
It's much easier for me to talk online, especially since people online have different points of view.
It can't guarantee that there will be any type of schedule for this since this is just me venting, but I will say it will most likely be updated at least once every two weeks.
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