The OverCast Chronicles (A Patrick Stump ~ Fall Out Boy Fanfiction)
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Last published Thu, Dec 31, 2015
Did you ever imagine that a single meteorite will change your life? Us neither.
No, it wasn't the 'wish upon a star' thing, nor a destructing falling start...but it did give us something, something we can't understand...something that even science nor religion cannot explain...something we can't even comprehend. But you know what's worse than that? Now we have to live out the saying that EVERY MAGIC COMES WITH A PRICE.
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