Call Me Tuesday

Call Me Tuesday

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Okay I know you've probably read a billion of these little description thingies, and you're probably bored to death with them. I don't blame you. I'm tired of writing them. But, if you want to know what this story is about, I'll tell you. It's about me. Charlie. Charlie Fischer, if you must know. I'm sixteen years old, I have black hair, my favourite band is The Angel's Stare (A Doctor Who rock band,) and I happen to be bat shit crazy. At least, that's what everyone else thinks. I mean, I'm not denying it. However, I do hate the term "bat shit." I mean, why bat? Like why not llama shit? Or cat shit? I quite like that, actually. Cat shit crazy. Yep, that's me. Cat shit crazy, Charlie Fischer. But you know what? Just between you and me, you can call me Tuesday.
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