The Lover's Killer
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Two best friend with another friend who they both dislike in their own ways.
One is ADHD and Autistic.
The other has Cerebral Palsy.
And the last friend dies.
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Hello, I'm writing again, yay! I want to try and make this none stereotypical, some is from my experience, other from research so if I do write something wrong, please correct me and I'll fix it right away. This is a story I'm hoping not to get too procrastinaty of at any point with it!
I'm not gonna be hurt by constructive criticism, but I would need your guys' help, because I'm sometimes not smart with it, I'm ADHD and Autistic, but even I'm human and don't realize I can be stereotypical.
Also this is not to romanticize these things in away whatsoever, so please be respectful. If your a person who does, get the fuck away from my shit, thank you. :> But seriously, if you read down this far thank you, and please keep an open mind I'm a dumbass.
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