The Server

The Server

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This is not a story of fighting crime, falling in love with hot vampire brothers, or some cliche story where our favorite characters end up together, okay maybe not that last part, but you get what I mean. I'm Annalise Lance, a nineteen year old from the big apple itself. I am most deffinitly not your average New Yorker. I have never seen the Statue of Liberty, never cycled around Central Park, and I hate nothing more than rush hour on the Q train. My problem is that I have no time to do any of these things because I am a full time waitress working over 55 hours a week. Read on to find out more about my crazy hectic life, and I promise that you will not regret it. Please like my story and feel free to comment on your thoughts about the story and characters!! Xoxo, Jacqueline
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