My Life Story
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I'm the author, Heather, and I'm gonna tell you everything about my life. From when it started when I was born (but I'll skip some years) to now. I wanted to be a writer and well, this came to mind. I'm gonna tell you everything, even if it's bad. I'm still gonna tell you because it's a story and you can't find me! Haha! But seriously, this story will be about my life. My life isn't that great. But then again, no one is ever gonna be perfectly great. Im sorry if this isn't one of your favorite books. And if you don't like it, then don't read it! Thank you!
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