A Badass's Guide to the Unexplained
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Last published Fri, Aug 19, 2016
Hi Journal.
I'm currently writing this from a bathroom stall in my middle school.
Yeah. I know. Gross right?
Oh wait... You can't respond can you?
It was rhetorical anyway.
Well Journal, I'm bored and skipping science class. I'll write in ya later.
Bye Journal.
-Britt(a total badass)
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