A Crackhead Retells Greek Myths

A Crackhead Retells Greek Myths

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Hi. I'm actually BookwormLimelight and I lost my account and that really sucks but I'm redoing my most popular book, a crackhead retells Greek myths. As always I'm not on crack I just act like it and this book is not meant to offend anyone please take it with a grain of salt cuz I am doing this as a joke (although the myths will be as accurate as what I've found on the internet) Thank you!
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