Late Night Thoughts
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Jan 24, 2020
A writer's thinking process is a curious, interesting thing. Most people do the usual sit down and write...
But ours is a different kind of interesting. In a weird and hilarious way.
We usually write late at night, when you can find us at our most delirious states.
This is what we do during those moments.
P.S. We seem like the most stupid people in the whole entire world during these moments but we are actually A-students and have an average of a 3.9 GPA.
P.P.S We are completely sober during all these moments
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