Sabertooth
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Last published Wed, May 6, 2015
Why does writing have to involve such long and grueling hours and tremendous thinking? yeah, I'm lazy get over it. I never really try new things, but today i decided to change that. I want to write a story and I'm going to do it or die trying damn it. This story is probably going to be shit anyways, but who knows maybe not. Welp, I feel like now is a marvelous time to introduce myself. Hello readers my name is Alli and this is my shitty excuse for a story, welcome :). My friend OLIVIA will be adding parts also.As of this moment I am just sitting in my room letting the breeze kinda just roll on in because that's just how I roll. Yeah, just excuse my lame ass jokes. I'm not really funny. Mybe I should start my story like "Once upon a time there was a physco killer that killed everyone." Nah we shouldn't. That sounds so stupid, but it's so going to have a physopath. If you're wondering why, why not? Well anyways lets get this story started shall we? I think I've ranted long enough.
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