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Blob and a Curse [discontinued]
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Concluida, Has publicado oct 03, 2021
a cheesy Annabel rip off 

hope you enjoy

trigger warning:
bad mental health, strong language sometimes

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#16 bitter (10.10.21)
100 reads (13.10.21) thank you! :)
#12 bitter (13.10.21)
#494 alone (16.10.21)
#3 blob (25.10.21)
#2 blob (11.11.21)
300 reads (23.11.21) thank you :)
500 reads (7.12.21) ???? thank you!!!
800 reads (20.12.21) umm hello??
#1 blob (22.12.21) hello????
1k reads (31.12.21) O-o okay, hi? thank you!!!
2k reads (24.03.22) the dead story lives i guess
3k reads (28.06.22) okay woah
4k reads (14.09.22) well hello there (:

(if i'm being honest with you i don't think i'm ever going to finish this, i'm sorry.
there were so many songs i had in mind for george to write, i wanted him to improve mentally, i wanted to make it wholesome and not add smut.
but i'm sorry, i just can't bring myself to write more to this story, it's been so long and i can't remember most of the details.
i'm debating whether to say if the story is done or not, you can use this story as you will, you can give it an ending because i'm not going to.
please take care <3)
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