It's Been Written

It's Been Written

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Ever read a story and thought any of the following?: "What the hell's going on?" "Can even people be this stupid?" "Oh wait, yes they can." "I can't finish this pile of crap!" Well, you are not alone. Sometimes it's an actually disgrace some things have been written. I've been a disgrace before, now I'm going to show you all the various degrees of nonsense people write in their own stories. Be prepared; some things might just want to make you want to slap a bitch.
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