..."Did my job pretty well"
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Last published Wed, Jan 20, 2016
Think about that time when you read a book and cried because your favorite character died. You (Myself included) get angry. Personally I yell at the picture of the author in the back of the book. But what you don't realize is that the authors are sad too. This is a short story about how I feel sometimes when I have to hurt or kill a character.
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