Johnny Sawyer X Reader
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Last published Tue, Jan 2, 2024
I just want to say I'm not very experienced with writing but I really wanted to try it out. I'm open to any criticism and feedback about my writing, I'll take anything to help me improve my work. That said I hope you all enjoy.
You're a hit woman in 1974 trying to make her way until you meet Johnny Sawyer. Little did you know your whole world would change.
I do not own any Texas Chainsaw characters.
Cover art is by Jispooks (highly recommend you check them out!)
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