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Complete, First published Mar 12, 2016
Mature
I make covers in my spare time because I apparently have no life and unappealing book covers make me cringe. So I have decided to help those in need. 

If you happen to be a victim of C.B.C.S-Crappy Book Cover Syndrome- look no further because you have found the right person to help you with your problem. 

Here's a couple C.B.C.S symptoms:
- Dizziness
- Untimely cringe attacks at the sight of current book cover. 
- Overly hungry all the time
- Sudden bursts of annoyance at just the thought of said book cover
- Feeling the need to breathe oxygen 
- Loss of sleep
- Headaches




Please, if you're experiencing any of these symptoms, contact me via PM right away. 
Together we can help rid the world of C.B.C.S.
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